Peter Gabriel, please come to gate nine, 
Sting has saved the rainforest and things are fine. 
Call your limousine and go back home, 
Your children need an angel on the telephone. 
You're always checking in and checking out, 
The real world's inside your heart, just let it out. 
We've had enough world music for a little while. 

And all the business suits walk by, 
They say plasticene video guy. 
And the world's not right, 
but it's right enough for you to do some loving stuff, 
to your darling wife, by the fireside. 

And the British Airways girls they sigh, 
saying there goes that Phil Collins guy. 
And if you stay at home tonight, 
The world won't go right overnight. 
There'll be songs left to write tomorrow. 

And don't you just love the sight, 
Of the little cars with the orange lights. 
The moving walkways and the baggage reclaim, 
Don't you wish that you could stay, 
Don't you wish that you could say, 
That you never thought of Kate Bush in a dirty way. 

They say plasticene video guy. 
And the world's not right, 
but it's right enough for you to do some loving stuff, 
To your darling wife, by the fireside. 

And the British Airways girls they sigh, 
saying there goes that Phil Collins guy, 
and if you stay at home tonight, 
The world won't go right overnight. 
There'll be songs left to write tomorrow. 
There'll be songs left to write tomorrow. 

And all the business suits walk by, 
They say plasticene video guy. 
And the world's not right, 
But it's right enough for you to do some loving stuff, 
to your darling wife, by the fireside. 

And the British Airways girls they sigh, 
Saying there goes that Phil Collins guy. 
And if you stay at home tonight, 
The world won't go right overnight, 
There'll be songs left to write tomorrow. 

And all the business suits walk by, 
They say plasticene video guy. 
And the world's not right, 
But it's right enough for you to do some loving stuff, 
To your darling wife, by the fireside.