Thinking lots of a pretty face When we were young, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such a pleasant ways Happy just to be living, oh yeah Too many summers controlled our heads Had not a penny, we softly tread We fell behind but we always lead them Listened all the, listened all the, listened all the time to a singular band Put our resources into one Apollo We only had to wait and follow Then swoop around like a possessed swallow Thinking only of winning, oh yeah And all the time we're defending ourselves We brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells Charging-up like battery cells Looking all the, looking all the, looking all the time for a singular band You and me getting everywhere now On the land and in the air now Got no worries of getting there now Consider what we're attempting, oh yeah And now you have lots of pretty clothes Many friends and many foes Looking wonderful but heaven knows Who will want us, who will want us now we're turning into a singular band?