Текст: Mark Owen. Mr. You.

We're still waiting out here for you we're still waiting come back soon you said that you'd make things better but we're still waiting in the queue Mr You in your pinstripe suit The queue of Mr You [x2] with your hair slicked back from an oil pack and your handkerchief in your pocket shaded blue my friends put their faith in you so you took their minds and then turned the screw and now I see them queuing in the queue The queue of Mr You [x2] Mr You you're looking flash with you're highlife strapped upon your back and your 52 week holiday per year the only sound that you choose to hear champagne corks pop in your ear The queue of Mr You [x2] mute the voices of the people in the queue we're still waiting out here for you we're still waiting in the queue they're starting to walk away People are talking better start watching, coz people are leaving The queue of Mr You [x2] we're still here, waiting out here for you we're still waiting, come back soon you said that you'd make things better but we're still waiting in the queue The queue of Mr You [x2] you said that you'd make things better [fade out]