A song about suburban misery first released on the second album by The Vibrators, V2.
This is popular with the fans. A UK motor cycle club has named themselves after this track.
Full of punky angst. The band Stiff Little Fingers named themselves after another one of my songs.
THE FLYING DUCK THEORY
You’re so suburban
You’re so semi-detached
You never see no point
You don’t ever relax
You get your instructions from a voice on the radio
You look out your window
You stare at the door
There’s three flying ducks nailed to the wall
AM anaesthetic from a voice on the radio
The Flying Duck Theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world
The kids are screaming
They want their mum
The old man’s been drinking
He wants a bit of fun
Music to screw by from a tune on the radio
Oh what’s in the future?
What’s in it for you?
Breed another brat
Well it’s something to do
Maternity advice from a voice on the radio
The Flying Duck Theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world
Look out your window
Stare at the door
Those three flying ducks are still nailed to the wall
AM anaesthetic from a voice on the radio
The Flying Duck Theory is all very well
But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world