We're still waiting out here for you

we're still waiting come back soon

you said that you'd make things better

but we're still waiting in the queue



The queue of Mr You 



Mr You in your pinstripe suit

with your hair slicked back from an oil pack

and your handkerchief in your pocket shaded blue

my friends put their faith in you

so you took their minds and then turned the screw

and now I see them queuing in the queue



The queue of Mr You 



Mr You you're looking flash with you're highlife strapped upon your back

and your 52 week holiday per year

champagne corks pop in your ear

the only sound that you choose to hear

mute the voices of the people in the queue



The queue of Mr You 

we're still waiting out here for you

we're still waiting in the queue



People are talking

they're starting to walk away

better start watching, coz people are leaving



The queue of Mr You 

we're still here, waiting out here for you

we're still waiting, come back soon

you said that you'd make things better

but we're still waiting in the queue



The queue of Mr You 

you said that you'd make things better