Peter Gabriel, please come to gate nine:
Sting has saved the rainforest and things are fine.
Call your limousine and go back home.
Your children need an angel on the telephone.
You're always checking in and checking out
The real world's inside your heart. Just let it out.
We've had enough world music for a little while
And all the business suits walk by.
They say plasticine and video guy
And the world's not right, but it's right enough
For you to do some lovin' stuff
To your darling wife
By the fireside.
And the British Airways girls, they sigh
They say, "There goes that Phil Collins guy!"
And if you stay at home tonight
The world won't go right overnight
There'll be songs left to write
Tomorrow.
And don't you just love the sight
Of the little cars with the orange light
The moving walkways
And the baggage reclaim
Don't you wish that you could stay?
Don't you wish that you could say
You never thought of Kate Bush in a dirty way?
And all the business suits walk by.
They say plasticine and video guy
And the world's not right, but it's right enough
For you to do some lovin' stuff
To your darling wife
By the fireside.
And the British Airways girls, they sigh
They say, "There goes that Phil Collins guy!"
And if you stay at home tonight
The world won't go right overnight
There'll be songs left to write
Tomorrow.
There'll be songs left to write
Tomorrow
Ba dum ba dum