Waiting for a 1930's train
On a suitcase in the rain
I fade to the distance and fade back again
Leaning in a darkened underpass
With a robot made of glass
In a pinstripe suit, a Pierrot hat and a David Niven tash
Purple and green, they're too seventies for me
Yellow and red - well, I just wouldn't be seen dead
The only colour that's any cop is grey
Sitting in a Rolls Royce by the wharf
With my chauffeur, he's a dwarf
He looked at me with his cold, grey eyes and said
Gary get those multi-coloured clothes off.
Black and white - well, they're just not right
The former too dark and the latter too light
The only colour that's any cop is grey
The only things I like are grey
Androids, answer phones and Polaroids of clay
Old ladies in a French café
Whose hair is grey
The only things I like are grey
Volcanic corpses in the ruins of Pompeii
Great concrete slabs in Haringey
All painted grey
I only like grey
Well, I suppose silver's OK
But that's still grey
In a shiny sort of way
I like grey

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