Lyrics
Quickly checking what company he's in
Absorbing values like a chameleon
His rhythm and his methods have got out of line
When you step on the fence you get a sore behind
Must not upset the apple cart
He'll choose your views today
Having some kind of conflict
Seems to catch right in his way
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
The men in St. Peter's would not agree
To slipping on his conscience like he slips on a John Lee
He's a part-time socialist and a part-time tycoon
Flags of convenience fly in his cocoon
Must not upset the apple cart
Preserve the status quo
His heartfelt convictions
Left a long time ago
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
A sign over his bed will testify
Is there nothing in his life for which you'd live or die?
Pale shade of grey, loins of vacant head
With our condemnation you are blessed
Must not upset the apple cart
He'll choose your views today
Having some kind of conflict
Seems to catch right in his way
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
