Texty: Pet Shop Boys. Very. The Theatre.

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's another world here
The streets are gleaming
I was even dreaming
That they're paved with gold

Seventeen, at half past ten
All the crowds are surging past
An electric display

There's another world here
Below shop windows
Upon the pavement
Where you wave goodbye

Boys and girls, come to roost
From Northern parts and Scottish towns
Will we catch your eye?

While you pretend not to notice
All the years we've been here
We're the bums you step over
As you leave the theatre
(Yeah, yeah)

It's another world here
Somebody is singing
I was only wishing
For a bit of cash

From a patron of the arts
Or at least the Phantom of the Opera
Will I catch your eye?

While you pretend not to notice
All the years we've been here
We're the bums you step over
As you leave the theatre
(Yeah, yeah)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

Pavarotti in the park
Then you walked back up the Strand
Did you catch my eye?

And then pretend not to notice
All the years we've been here
We're the bums you step over
As you leave the theatre
(Yeah, yeah)

In the end you pretend
'Cause it's so much easier
We're the bums you step over
As you leave the theatre
(Yeah, yeah)

We're the bums you step over
As you leave the theatre
(Yeah, yeah)