You’re not even thirty,
But you’re on a flight to Turkey,
For the second time this year,
This time a week.

Last time on the airline,
He declared a brand new hairline,
Now he’s boarding back again,
For brand new teeth.

But there’s nothing wrong with the oldens,
So they put it down to vanity,
He’s attracted to the way they sold ‘em,
Without the finance or the guarantee.

‘Cause it’s out of control
And it’s taken a hold,
But they never wanna pay it in full.
They were fine from the start,
Never needed the parts,
So when it all goes wrong,
They’ll be heading back to Istanbul.

I know you love a fix,
Although you’re born in ninety six,
You’ve had more Botox than your birthday,
That’s for sure.

She’s living hand to mouth,
So takes a journey further south,
To book a cheaper flight,
For double DS abroad.

But there’s nothing wrong with the oldens,
So they put it down to vanity,
She’s attracted to the way they sold ‘em,
Via Instagram and ITV.

‘Cause it’s out of control
And it’s taken a hold,
But they never wanna pay it in full.
They were fine from the start,
Never needed the parts,
So when it all goes wrong,
They’ll be heading back to Istanbul.

How many times have they told you,
That you don’t need to change who you are?
So what you gonna do when you’re older,
And everything is falling apart?

That’s why it’s out of control,
And it’s taken a hold,
But they never wanna pay it in full.
They were fine from the start,
Never needed the parts,
So when it all goes wrong,
They’ll be heading back to Istanbul.

When it all goes wrong
They’ll be heading back to Istanbul.