Century of Progress - The Band Of The Army Air Corps

Now they're planning the crime of the century Well, what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring Yes, it's well worth a fee So roll up and see How they rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed and glory? Rip off the masks and let's see But that's not right, oh, no, what's the story? But there's you and there's me That can't be

She said there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning TV You're looking so healthy And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Sex on the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up And you know that We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Can you eat her, yes you can We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century, oh It's nothing special, oh End of a century, oh It's nothing special

Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city Call in the army corps of architects To flatten the skyline and begin again I knew the years would move quickly, But never quite as fast as this So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks