If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star, in a chauffeur-driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that it's not really me, they would all be asking who I'm trying to be.
If my friends could see me now, looking out my hotel window, dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
they would laugh.
If my friends could see me now, I know they would smile.
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world.
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking of the countryside and sunny days in June.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
If my friends could see me now, dressing up like a film star, in a chauffeur-driven jam jar, they would laugh.
If my friends could see me now, standing up in my bow tie,
prancing round the room like some outrageous move.
They would tell me that I'm just being used,
they would ask me what I'm trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel, watching late shows til the morning,
watching late shows til the morning,
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to.