THIS ONE’S CALLED
TRUST ME SON

Open that little shop
Selling little things
Close it down now
Open that littler shop
Selling littler things
When that doesn’t stick
Don’t open the next shop down the line
Too small to walk into
Selling only one/quite nice/fun size/bottle of wine
You can’t avoid this for all time
Work in advertising or die

Invent a solution for all the world’s problems
Call for the stopping of the starting of wars
Bring back into fashion the use of cauldrons
There’s only one way to raise yourself up out the doldrums
We’ll be walking on sunshine you and I

Spend a year learning forgotten trade
Only to one year later forget you ever did
Achieve your week long dream of becoming unique
Only to release you can’t tell a soul
Else you’ll ruin the mystique
Commit to the spiritual practise
of only referring to Belgium as Belgique
We’re the same you and I
Financial ascendancy is what we seek

You could be rich and famous
But you don’t have the knack
That piano your Mum sold for council tax
Isn’t making its way back

There only one way to stay alive
Trust me son, trust me
I work in advertising and I’d never lie
Work in advertising or die

Trust me son
Trust me son
Trust me son
Trust me son
Open that little shop
Selling little things
Close it down
Open that littler shop
Selling littler things
When that doesn’t stick
Don’t open the next shop down the line
Too small to walk into
Selling only one/quite nice/fun size/bottle of wine
You can’t avoid this for all time
Work in advertising or die
Work in advertising or die guy
Work in advertising or die
We’ll be walking on sunshine you and I
Work in advertising or die
Work in advertising or die
I work in advertising and I’d never lie
Work in advertising or die
We’ll be walking on sunshine you and I
Work in advertising or die
Work in advertising or die

Trust me son, trust me
Trust me son, trust me
Trust me son, trust me
Trust me son, trust me
We’ll be walking on sunshine you and I