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 bette
