Another day another sorry state Will we never learn that there's more things in life than we can imagine We whistled to the wind and drink a lot of gin Defer the satisfactions of tomorrow for the pleasures of today What has life come to when all the pleasant things are bad for you And in the real world it's all the good things that kill you And in the real world what are you chanting for The stench of incense is the only risk he ever takes In terms of endearment in terms of romance In terms of ready made pre-packed plastic bags Oh what has life come to when all the pleasant things are bad for you And in the real world it's all the good things that kill you James Bond and Oliver Reed were never good singers In the real world we have no dollars in the real world We have no dollars in the real world we have no dollars In the real world we have no dollars in the real world