England is mine   But I don't want it.   England is mine, it's mine   But you can have it      'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s   Without the Vietnam War   And honey you can't have a Rose   Without the thorn      And when you're dancing   To the old tunes   At the nineteen-nineties disco   And you turn to   All your old friends   And you wonder: where'd all this go?      Yeah   You were young   You were healthy   You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy   So you swayed and you swerved   Through the things you deserved   It was oh so clear   You were young   But you're ageing   And the end is like a shadow there, waiting   Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded   Whom no treatise can justify.      Clever is as clever does   And clever doesn't try to hide it   With integrity in facsimile   Misogyny inside it, honey,   You can't have the seventies   Without the born   And honey you can't have the Darkness   Without the dawn      When you're talking   Through the old tunes   At the postmodernist disco   And you turn from all your old friends   And you can't see where'll this go      Yeah   You were young   You were healthy   You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy   So you swayed and you swerved   Through the things you deserved   It was oh so clear   You were young   But you're ageing   And the end is like a shadow there, waiting   Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded   Whom no treatise can justify.      Cause honey,   You can't have the eighties   Without the Berlin Wall   And honey   You can't have the fifties   Without the atom bomb   And honey   You can't have the old days   Without the diseased poor   And honey   You can't have the moment   'Cause the moment isn't yours.