Words to a Tune by Cole Porter

You're banal
You're as dull as drugget
You're banal
You're a chicken nugget
You're the kind of tune loudspeakers croon in shops
You're the Board of Censors
You're Marks and Spencers
You're alcopops
You are mince
You're a moral lecture
You're a Prince
Talking architecture
I'm a pile of crap who is out to sap morale
But babe if I'm a bastard - you're banal

You're banal
You're a TV dinner
You're banal
You are Michael Winner
You're the C of E intent on being hip
You're central Wembley
You're a school assembly
You're salesmanship
You're a prune
You're a golf umbrella
You're a spoon
Bent by Uri Geller
I'm a downright cur who's a worshipper of Baal
But babe if I'm a bastard - you're banal

You're banal
You're a Hallmark greeting
You're banal
You're a full staff meeting
You're a big cliche from a play by David Hare
You're the shooting lobby
You're Mister Blobby
You're leisurewear
You're Jack Straw
You're a radio phone-in
You're the law
Against beef with bone in
I'm a child of sin with a face set in a snarl
But babe if I'm a bastard - you're banal

Linda Crespi