What Are You Waiting For?

I'm growing very tired of people Who think because of how I dress The look, if not a joke The suit if not bespoke It's patently quite obvious Only an apocalypse Could be Greek to me In running out of room to manoeuvre Obviously you need more space So here's what I suggest Extending might be best Leaves you then with ample room For the things you know you'll never need And ruling rule Britannia with a feminine charm What if she's a he, would that not cause some alarm If you need to float your oar What are you waiting for? In closing shops, it's clear there's a reason When open hardly no one's there You now can have new clothes Sent to you in the post And all the food you need If being delivered to your door What are you waiting for? Hmm Oh, oh And would you credit this (oh, oh) Next up on the list (oh, oh) If only it were possible To quickly turn around Issues we all know are grave Climate change for one Could mean an increase in the ice we save I'm going with the flow if it leaves me Standing on the bridge of sighs And here's the funny thing Far from looking grim Every sigh you come across Will know that it comes with what will Every sigh you come across Will know that it comes with what will Every sigh you come across Is, it pains to know that what will be Will be