[Verse 1]
You’re so suburban. you’re so semi-detached
You never see no point, you don’t ever relax
You get your instructions from a voice on the radio

[Verse 2]
You look out your window, stare at the door
There’s three flying ducks nailed to the wall
Pay an anesthetic from a voice on the radio

[Chorus]
The flying duck theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world

[Verse 3]
The kids are screaming, they want their mum
The old man’s been drinking, he wants a bit of fun
Music to screw by from a tune on the radio

[Verse 4]
Oh what’s in the future, what’s in it for you?
Breed another brat, well, it’s something to do
Maternity advice from a voice on the radio

[Chorus]
The flying duck theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world
[Verse 2]
Look out your window, stare at your door
Those three flying ducks are still nailed to the wall
Playing anesthetic from a voice on the radio

[Outro]
Flying duck theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable…
Flying duck theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable…
Flying duck theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world