Momus - The Filipino lyrics
[Momus - The Filipino lyrics]
Da ba-di di da
Sometimes it occurs to us
The great entertainers
As we beam toward the parlors of
The halt and the lame
That we're really nothing more than
The keepers of the war
These are political prisoners in all but name
A third of us are suffering
From boredom and bulimia
The sheperds fall asleep while
Entertaining their sheep
Two-thirds die of anorexia nervosa
Behind Robert Redford and Meryl Streep
Wе may bore you with girls
We may bore you with nеws
There's a choice of viewing now
On channel one and channel two
We may bore you with a car chase
Or the birth of the blues but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because they give their lives
So we can afford
The Modigliani and the red Ferrari
And the Filipino we trust with a key
To dust the TV that we never see
Da ba-di di da
We interrupt this program for
An urgent announcement
Reports are coming in of a decisive attack
Mounted by the enemies
Of great entertainment:
Creation, conversation and a paperback
Down at Shepherd's Bush we've got the
World as it ought to be
Ten actors, seven colours and two repeats
A family drama stands your family
EastEnders clears the streets
We may bore you to tears
We may bore you to death
Boy, you're blue in the face
And short of breath we may bore the spirit
And we may bore the flesh but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because they give their lives
So we can afford
The Modigliani and the red Ferrari
And the Filipino we trust with a key
To dust the TV that we never see
Da ba-di di da
Breathe in smiles
We're such affable anarchists
With uptown laughter and watered down jazz
But behind our professionally offhand manner
There's desperate envy and the razzamatazz
A brother and a sister once smashed a mirror
And the splinters of glass
Pierced the brother's eyes
That same day we erected transmitters
And instead of sympathising we just televised
We may bore you stupid we may bore you stiff
Boy, you're blind as a bat
Behind your dyed blonde quiff
You're staring out the horse's mouth
Bang in the gift but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because we give their lives
So they can afford
Dad's Army, This is the Life
Iclaudius, Run for your Wife
Come on down, Winner Takes All
Dallas and Dynasty, Celebrity Golf
Star Trek and Brookside and Top of the Pops
And all those other dumb but
Friendly and likable cops
Corrie akimbo, one day you'll see
A nation of servants set themselves free
Sometimes it occurs to us
The great entertainers
As we beam toward the parlors of
The halt and the lame
That we're really nothing more than
The keepers of the war
These are political prisoners in all but name
A third of us are suffering
From boredom and bulimia
The sheperds fall asleep while
Entertaining their sheep
Two-thirds die of anorexia nervosa
Behind Robert Redford and Meryl Streep
Wе may bore you with girls
We may bore you with nеws
There's a choice of viewing now
On channel one and channel two
We may bore you with a car chase
Or the birth of the blues but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because they give their lives
So we can afford
The Modigliani and the red Ferrari
And the Filipino we trust with a key
To dust the TV that we never see
Da ba-di di da
We interrupt this program for
An urgent announcement
Reports are coming in of a decisive attack
Mounted by the enemies
Of great entertainment:
Creation, conversation and a paperback
Down at Shepherd's Bush we've got the
World as it ought to be
Ten actors, seven colours and two repeats
A family drama stands your family
EastEnders clears the streets
We may bore you to tears
We may bore you to death
Boy, you're blue in the face
And short of breath we may bore the spirit
And we may bore the flesh but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because they give their lives
So we can afford
The Modigliani and the red Ferrari
And the Filipino we trust with a key
To dust the TV that we never see
Da ba-di di da
Breathe in smiles
We're such affable anarchists
With uptown laughter and watered down jazz
But behind our professionally offhand manner
There's desperate envy and the razzamatazz
A brother and a sister once smashed a mirror
And the splinters of glass
Pierced the brother's eyes
That same day we erected transmitters
And instead of sympathising we just televised
We may bore you stupid we may bore you stiff
Boy, you're blind as a bat
Behind your dyed blonde quiff
You're staring out the horse's mouth
Bang in the gift but we say
No spitting on the board but we say
No spitting on the board
Because we give their lives
So they can afford
Dad's Army, This is the Life
Iclaudius, Run for your Wife
Come on down, Winner Takes All
Dallas and Dynasty, Celebrity Golf
Star Trek and Brookside and Top of the Pops
And all those other dumb but
Friendly and likable cops
Corrie akimbo, one day you'll see
A nation of servants set themselves free