Real Hope - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

She wanted her face to be famous

So she dragged it off down to the smoke

Where she went on a show, where they turned dreams to gold

Give real people false hope

She needed the comfort, she needed the cheer

Her children had all flown the nest

She desperately wanted to change her career

To the thing that she felt she did best

Giving real hope to false people

Telling the world it can sing

False hope, to real folk

You can sing, you can sing, you can sing

He worked in a shop where they hated his guts

Lived in a house just the same

And all that he ever requested in life

Was no bloody prefix in his name

He wanted the glory, he wanted the fame

In limelight he wanted to soak

So he saved up the money and boarded the train

To where they give plastic people real hope

Take heed if your dreams are a-staring

Dreamboat can end up on the rocks

That road paved with gold is one block away

From the rear-end of 'Top of the Pops'

The rear-end of 'Top of the Pops'

If you want it, don’t tell us about it

And if you don’t get it, don’t cry

Just do as they say, and follow your dreams

A fool with the wings of a fly

A fool with the wings of a fly

You can sing, you can sing, you can sing

You can sing, you can sing, you can sing…