Stepping Into Line

I didn't want to leave you behind
But your clothes weren't stepping into line
Too much self-pity
Not enough nitty-gritty
And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colours bad
Sawed my suit, looking sad

You should know it stays the same
No individual's things ever change
But if it's new, it's in the past
Everything goes by so fast
Upstaged by the supporting cast

Oh, don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away
It'll be in fashion by next Friday
Hoping our clothes have something say
Take it away!

The in vogue clock goes spinning round
Space age fashion lifts off the ground
Just accept the new faith
Try and look common place
Instead of looking out of place

But can't you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me ill?
Ill, ill!