Soap Opera

I can't help but laugh when that child you know so well
Is suddenly replaced and they hope that you can't tell
And everyone wears the same clothes, doesn't it make you think
That surely that top which they've worn all week
Must absolutely stink?
And they're in the pub every lunchtime, I find it rather funny
How working in an underwear factory, can earn you so much money
The local neighbourhood gossip is poised at the edge of the street,
Ready with their snidy remarks to all that they may greet
And every now and again, there's an explosion or a crash
To clear out all the boring ones, and throw them in the trash
And although I think they're fake and false, and make my mind feel numb
I still can't help but watch them, perhaps I'm the one who's dumb