Slow down. You move too fast. Running round just like you got a rocket up your Khyber Pass. And you're not going to be the king of the road oh no.
Slow down. You drive too fast. You can't see the little children behind parked cars that you pass. And you're not going to be the star of my show oh no: cos dreams, they corrode. Which must come as quite a blow. Slow down.
Your career had taken off but the qualities you're born with lost. Slow down sometimes. Slow down. You're not going to be the star of my show oh no. cos dreams they explode. Which must come as quite a blow.