Who’s Gonna Tell?

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Outro]
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
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