Keep Up

Strip the sky, I will hang out of the window

See its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano

And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank

The driver's side is hanging off and rusted

And as for me I don't want to get adjusted

So I'll head out of this cage before they shut the gate

Keep up oh, keep up

Keep up oh, keep up

Mr. White, boy he's worth a packet

But poor Joe's pickin' fleas off his mohair jacket

Teaching them trapeze every Saturday in the square

And I don't know why she's doing what she's doing

Yeah I'm confused, is this rack or is this ruin?

Call me when you decide you want her knees up round your ears

Keep up oh, keep up

Keep up oh, keep up

Joe shakes his head says he don't know where the bones is

You'll be six feet down before you catch up with the Jones's

And there you are planning your big getaway so

Strip the sky I will hang out of the window

See its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano

And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank

Keep up oh, keep up

Keep up oh, keep up

Keep up oh, keep up

Keep up oh, keep up