What Are You Waiting For?

I'm growing very tired of people
Who think because of how I dress
The look, if not a joke
The suit if not bespoke
It's patently quite obvious
Only an apocalypse
Could be Greek to me

In running out of room to manoeuvre
Obviously you need more space
So here's what I suggest
Extending might be best
Leaves you then with ample room
For the things you know you'll never need

And ruling rule Britannia with a feminine charm
What if she's a he, would that not cause some alarm
If you need to float your oar
What are you waiting for?

In closing shops, it's clear there's a reason
When open hardly no one's there
You now can have new clothes
Sent to you in the post
And all the food you need
If being delivered to your door
What are you waiting for? Hmm

Oh, oh

And would you credit this (oh, oh)
Next up on the list (oh, oh)
If only it were possible
To quickly turn around
Issues we all know are grave
Climate change for one
Could mean an increase in the ice we save

I'm going with the flow if it leaves me
Standing on the bridge of sighs
And here's the funny thing
Far from looking grim
Every sigh you come across
Will know that it comes with what will

Every sigh you come across
Will know that it comes with what will
Every sigh you come across
Is, it pains to know that what will be
Will be