The Passing Show 

Ian Dury And The Blockheads

When we were simple and naïve

We wore our feelings on our sleeve

As we've grown jaded and corrupt

Our manner's guarded and abrupt



Oh, how we'd smile most readily

Whilst ploughing on unsteadily

Now frowns are etched upon our face

We can no longer stand the pace



Although we've got to go with the passing show

It doesn't ever mean we haven't made the scene

And what we think we know to what is really so

Is but a smithereen of what it might have been



We'd sing in gay abandon then

We'd get it wrong and try again

As here we brood with doubts assailed

Nothing ventured, nothing failed



When life itself can chart the course

Then life's the product we endorse

When circumstances tell of death

We keep our counsel, save our breath



Our laughter rang around the world

When we were happy boys and girls

As now we baulk and hesitate

Encumbrance comes to those who wait



But when we're torn from mortal coil

We leave behind a counterfoil

It's what we did and who we knew

And that's what makes this story true