Lyrics

We wanna be on number one But been pushed to number two Is it our age? Have we reached that stage? We ain’t sex symbols now we’re middle-aged. You won’t see our pictures on a teenager’s wall Or sell any t-shirts ‘cos we ain’t that cool If we were younger we could be really hip It’s not about music but who’s performing it. All about image and making a connection But the music’s what matters on a radio station Yes ‘One’ used to be the cutting edge Of modern music and ‘Two’ for the dead Should there be another station instead? “Not arf!” - stroke two! I still look okay, or so people say I feel good inside and got no reason to hide I can still sing and jump on the stage But have I lost my flavour in this new age? All about image and making a connection But the music’s what matters on a radio station Yes ‘One’ used to be the cutting edge Of modern music and ‘Two’ for the dead Should there be another station instead? “Not arf!” - One stroke two! Should I face the facts and move with the times? I’m no longer young and what I did’s been done Memories constantly sound in my ears I want to sound nostalgic for many years To come, singing songs to the masses Appeal to whoever decides to come together No longer a boy, but as a man I’ll enjoy Having fun doing what I’m doing and done. All about image and making a connection But the music’s what matters on a radio station Yes ‘One’ used to be the cutting edge Of modern music and ‘Two’ for the dead Should there be another station instead? “Not arf!” - One stroke two.