We're not strong enough We're not young enough We're not alone enough, or cold enough Emotionally we're not even old enough Late at night, we're in a video-game dream There is no lover in this numbered scene We summon every childhood ghost we've ever seen Then suddenly we hear that Mike Post theme Everything is all right (bong de bong) We've prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah) Everything is OK (bong de bong) We've played today Late at night on the underground train Through endless suburbs in endless pain Then deep in the tunnel under the London rain Suddenly we hear Mike Post again Everything is all right (bong de bong) We've prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah) If there really is a God (dong de bong) We should be laid today We watch those films That make men cry Young lovers kiss Then fight and die We start to yearn We climb the vine We have to face The truth some time We're not strong enough We're not young enough We're not alone enough, or cold enough Emotionally we're not even old enough For love... But late at night we find the racing tame We're faced with women and a reality game We feel alive; we feel new and blind We're hearing Mike Post in the air this time Everything is all right (bong de bong) We've prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah) If there really is a God (dong de bong) We should get laid today There comes a time in every little punk's life Where he has to right a song for his common-law wife We make our women wait until they wanna scream But we can always whistle that Mike Post theme Everything is all right (bong de bong) We've prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah) If there really is a God (dong de bong) We should get laid today We watch those films That make men cry Young lovers kiss Then fight and die We start to yearn We climb the vine We have to face The truth some time