In a twenty first century head
Room at the top, so eighteenth century
I really tried to fight it but what the hell I like it
Clubby friends and fast cars
You can eat your credit cards
The going can be real tough
Room at the top there's always room
Don't let them tell you there is not
An eighteenth century brain
Room at the top, so eighteenth century
If some of this fits some of you
Made in England born and bred
And when the going gets hard
Be beautiful and shut up
Or like the things that you might do
It's the pleasure and the pain
Be beautiful but shut up
You can keep your fancy bars
Here and now in large amounts
That makes us do it all again they say
There is always room at the top