CHORUS:
Fantasy…

There is a man in a faraway land
Who’s been pretty lucky for
An average man.
He likes to think he’s pretty cool
A person of taste
Nobody’s fool.

And if you ask him he’ll tell no lie.
He doesn’t like pain, and he doesn’t care to die.
He likes the feel of sun on skin.
Money in his pocket any way he can.
Now is he running after the fantasies of life.
Is he just running after the fantasies of life.

CHORUS:
Fantasy…

Now he knows there’s a lot of bad bad men
And a few bad ladies now again wouldn’t want his kids dying of hunger
But time shoots on he’s not getting any younger
And though it grieves his heart to see all this hurt
There’s a vein in his neck just itching to spurt

So he’s wasting no time in being a saviour
Anyone needs saving he’ll do himself the favour

CHORUS:
Now is he running…