skinny-tie says we forgot the 80’s too quickly. like when the static mattered more than the content and the streaks in your hair were louder than your guitars, or more lately your synthesizers. skinny-tie says that he wants to look like simon le bon you know 81′ 82′ kinda time, maybe later.
it’s the sound, it’s around
it’s skinny-tie sensurround
skinny-tie says that his mum is worried about the eye liner in his pocket. says it’s not natural and that his dad would be turning in his grave if he knew. he comes across some sort of half-baked, half-hearted point about sexuality, knowing full well that he’d never deviate no matter how much he convinces himself otherwise.
skinny-tie reckons it impresses the girls how he’s free thinking and stuff. not like these lads that are so common you know. only he doesn’t realize how much we see through him. skinny-tie is just someone you know and not someone you’d call a friend. you wouldn’t notice if you hadn’t seen him for weeks, but you know you’ll see him again.
it’s the sound, it’s around
it’s skinny-tie sensurround
skinny-tie always asks where the cool party is, but never goes because he chickens out of wearing that gold silky suit that he saw spandau ballet wear on top of the pops and sounds of the 80’s. skinny-tie doesn’t realize that no matter how defensive he gets about it, the 80’s probably sucked if you weren’t a kid.
it’s the sound, it’s around
it’s skinny-tie sensurround
—bis
