My mamma was a gypsy, daddy was a deep sea diver
I'll go down in history as the boy who sipped his tea out of china
I lived in the slipstream but I couldn't compete with either
So it's still a mystery how I came to be a survivor

You're welcome to the real world
No longer concealed world
Someone took the lid off
Ready for the lift off

Plastic yellow neon signs, faxes, printers, foods and wines all for sale
Rain on the windscreen
Headlights splinter into a million shards like sparks in the winter sky
G-reg. Silver Audi 80, a group of young men huddled round an open boot
In a shop-front like a front-room there's a man who's selling epigrams in a nylon suit

Chorus

Someone get this old town
Ready for the splash down
When we've joined the space-race, we'll be walking on air

Yuri Gagarin was fired from a canon and tumbled down into the sea
But just like Icarus he really did for us but had no effect on me

Chorus

Are you ready for the real world
Are you ready for the splashdown

All Lyrics © Mikey Georgeson