Dedicated Follower of Fashion R.D. Davies (1966) They seek him here, they seek him there, His clothes are loud, but never square. It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best, 'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. And when he does his little rounds, 'Round the boutiques of London Town, Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends, 'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). He thinks he is a flower to be looked at, And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight, He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery. One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes. 'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. They seek him here, they seek him there, In Regent Street and Leicester Square. Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on, Each one a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). His world is built 'round discoteques and parties. This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best 'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly. In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be, 'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. © 1966 Castle Communications

Shangri-La R.D. Davies (1969) Now that you've found your paradise This is your kingdom to command. You can go outside and polish your car Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la. Here is your reward for working so hard Gone are the lavatories in the back yard. Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car You just want to sit in your Shangri-la. Put on your slippers and sit by the fire You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher. You're in your place and you know where you are In your Shangri-la. Sit back in your old rocking chair You need not worry, you need not care. You can't go anywhere Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la The little man who gets the train Got a mortgage hanging over his head. But he's too scared to complain 'cos he's conditioned that way. Time goes by and he pays off his debts. Got a TV set and a radio For seven shillings a week. Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la. And all the houses in the street have got a name 'cos all the houses in the street they look the same. Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know. They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go They tell your business in another Shangri-la. The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car Too scared to think about how insecure you are. Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Put on your slippers and sit by the fire You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher. You're in your place and you know where you are In your Shangri-la. Sit back in your old rocking chair You need not worry, you need not care. You can't go anywhere Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la. © 1969 Castle Communications

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