Hey modern days, here [bad word] 
But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay,
But we hope it would still be okay,
'Cause we brought champagne
And we thought that there must be sleeping bags
(in this very modern day)

But we're all very proud to be here today,
The first of a thousand million modern days

'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

Hey modern days, we're taken a - back,
We're a flame and a - gog, aloof and inhaled
With a don - don briefcase, oh, wait for our call,
And I therefore shall declare
That the stores shall be locked no more
(no more), no more, (no more)

Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks?
Why am I still rehearsing a song when I oughta sleep?

'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

Oh, chin - batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home,
Hoping it would carry me home...
Hoping it would carry me home

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

It's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham - bam figure,
It's abrieved in the sense of being up - john and senseless,
It's a see - saw sickness, it's a snake - bite, low - chant jive
On the century's crime

Chin - batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home,
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction,
Hoping someone  offering protection

Chin - batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone offering erection