Beautiful South The Who`s Gonna Tell Lyrics

Who`s Gonna Tell Lyrics

who's gonna tell the orange

 They're actually brown

 Who's gonna mop up for grey

 When they've painted the town

 It's the news that everyone dreads

 That we're no longer painting it red

 That our gag's still funny

 But they've opted for a different clown

 You were great in the sixties

 But we're gonna have to pull you down

 

 Nothing like the sound of the shallow

 Jumping in at the deep

 Royalty's balloon coming down

 Is a memorable shriek

 Nothing quite like the sickening clout

 Of the dive into pool drained out

 You excelled as a queen

 But you'll have to return the crown

 You were great in the sixties

 But we're gonna have to pull you down

 

 Who's gonna tell the tall

 They're beginning to shrink

 Like who's gonna tell the swiss

 They're no longer in sync

 We'll have to get the maroon

 In a separate counselling room

 Say "it may be your washer

 But you seem to be fading to pink"

 Yesterday's ice cool

 Doesn't take long to melt and sink

 

 Who's gonna tell the cities

 That are acting like towns

 They're actually just a village

 That the posh surrounds

 The diplomatic answer

 To your 25 stone dancer

 Is your act's still great

 But we can't keep changing a pound

 You were queen in your day

 But you're gonna have to give back the crown

 You were great in the sixties

 But we're gonna have to pull you down