Somebody Make My Mind Up

Somebody make my mind up
Time's running out
Shall I buy the next round?
Shall I live underground?
Shall I be an actor?
Shall I write a book?
Somebody make my mind up
Or I'll wind up
Doing nothing but feeling good

I do a lot of talking
I give myself ideas
I think what I'll be doing
In a hundred years
I read the papers
For my opinions
And other people's too
I know I'm young and privileged
But what am I going to do?

Somebody make my mind up
Time's running out
Shall I buy the next round?
Shall I live underground?
Shall I be a vicar?
Shall I go abroad?
Somebody make my mind up
Or I'll wind up
Doing nothing but feeling good

I know the groovy places
And I know the hippy scene
Tibet's the only country
Where I've never been
I go to films
For my opinions
And other people's too
I'm interested and interesting
But what am I going to do?

Somebody make my mind up
Time's running out
Shall I buy the next round
Shall I live underground
Perhaps I won't bother
Perhaps I'll forget
Somebody make my mind up
Or I'll wind up
Doing nothing but feeling good