[Verse 1]
I've been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up a lot
Speaking English as a foreign language
Any words that I haven't forgot
I've been thinking how I can't be bothered
To wash the dishes or remake the bed
What's the point when I could doss instead?

[Verse 2]
When you walked out you did me a favour
You made me see reality
That love is a bourgeois construct
It's a blatant fallacy
You won't see me with a bunch of roses
Promising fidelity
Love doesn't mean a thing to me

[Chorus]
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie
(Bourgeois, bourgeoisie)

[Verse 3]
Now I'm digging through my student paperbacks
Flicking through Karl Marx again
Searching for the soul of England
Drinking tea like Tony Benn
Love is just a bourgeois construct
So I'm giving up the bourgeoisie
Until you come back to me
[Breakdown]
(Bourgeois, bourgeoisie)
(Bourgeois, bourgeoisie)
(Bourgeois, bourgeoisie-sie-sie-sie-sie-sie)
(Bourgeois, bourgeoisie)

[Chorus]
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie