Post-Subsonic Bass

When I was a younger man
I used to be afeared
That things I bought in trendy shops
Made shop assistants sneer
But now I am an older man
I don't give a tinker's twat
Follow me to the boutique
Wherein I will demand

Don't tell me you're still listening to Post-Subsonic Bass?
Don't tell me you believe the geeks in Mixmag and The Face?
Surely you weren't serious about dressing in brown?
Give me Marks & Spencer, Paul McCartney, Angler's Weekly NOW

Confuse the minds of younger types
By saying, with a grin
"Darling dearest, don't you know?"
"The Pissed Old Git look's in."
When peering at a piercing
It's fun to say "Oh no!"
"How charmingly retro"

So don't tell me you're still listening to Post-Subsonic Bass
Don't tell me you believe the geeks in Mixmag and The Face
Surely you weren't serious about dressing in brown?
Give me Marks & Spencer, Paul McCartney, Angler's Weekly NOW

My cardigan's my armour
And my slippers are my steed
Marmite is my armalite
A catalogue my creed
A club's a pub for cretins
Where you don't have to converse
God is not a DJ
But this is as fun as church

So don't tell me you're still listening to Post-Subsonic Bass
Don't tell me you believe the geeks in Mixmag and The Face
Surely you weren't serious about dressing in brown?
Give me Marks & Spencer, Paul McCartney, Angler's Weekly NOW
Give me David Bowie, BHS, 2000AD NOW
Give me Star Trek, Penguins, HMV and Record Collector NOW
And a Littlewood's platter
A bag of sweets from Woolworths
And a t-shirt without a cocking logo NOW