Just sitting here waiting for our time to arrive,
We’d like to leave this town but none of us can drive,
Haven’t got no silver spoon, just call us deprived,
We’re not exactly dead but we’re not quite alive.

Stuck waiting for the bus again, it’s full but that’s the norm,
We seem to have been lazy since the day that we were born,
If the army called us we’d just lay down on the lawn,
And when the Queen dies not one of us will mourn.

It often seems to us like there’s some big conspiracy,
To keep us in this backwater, we’ll never be free,
We’d really like to get along but all of us can see,
That it’s more fun when we argue than when we agree.

And when the day comes that we have to say goodbye,
We won’t be sorely missed and nobody will cry,
We’ll just be replaced by the new kids passing by,
Just sitting here waiting for their time to arrive.