Whos gonna tell the orange
theyre actually brown
Whos gonna mop up for grey
when theyve painted the town
Its the news that everyone dreads
that were no longer painting it red
that our gags still funny
but theyve opted for a different clown
You were great in the sixties
but were gonna have to pull you down
Nothing like the sound of the shallow
jumping in at the deep
Royaltys balloon coming down
is a memorable shriek
Nothing quite like the sickening clout
of the dive into pool drained out
You excelled as a Queen
but youll have to return the crown
You were great in the sixties
but were gonna have to pull you down
Whos gonna tell the tall
theyre beginning to shrink
Like whos gonna tell the Swiss
Theyre no longer in sync
Well have to get the maroon
in a separate counselling room
say it may be your washer
but you seem to be fading to pink
Yesterdays ice cool
doesnt take long to melt and sink
Whos gonna tell the cities
that are acting like towns
theyre actually just a village
that the posh surrounds
The diplomatic answer
to your 25 stone dancer
is your acts still great
but we cant keep changing a pound
You were Queen in your day
but youre gonna have to give back the crown
You were great in the sixties
but were gonna have to pull you down