Reincarnation
Victoria Wood Lyrics


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Well, I'm sorry God, I have to say,
That having just one life per person is not enough. [Not enough.]
I would like to live more times than this,
If you don't agree then tough. [T-U-ough.]
There are other lives going on, I haven't lived,
And this gives me a sense of frustration. [Frustration - frustration - frust, ra, a, a.]
I'm not too bothered about being Mary Queen of Scots or Joan of Ark,
All I'm after is Twentieth Century Reincarnation.

I want to keep coming back,
And trying a different track;
I want to go round and round, 'cos I never feel I've got things right.
It isn't a proper scheme,
I just want to let off steam;
We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream tonight.

I want to be Mrs Pew,
And live in an avenue;
I want to have bing-bong chimes and a bathroom with a champagne suite.
In my candlewick dressing grown,
I want to put Harpic down;
If my ironing smells quite fresh then my happiness will be complete.
I'll wear an apron when I chop my veggies;
Have tiny cactus on the window ledges;
Have a rollerblind with scalloped edges;
I will never use a Wok, so;
I'd prefer to stick to Mrs Beaton;
Have a hob that I can then re-heat on;
Use my toaster with the ears of wheat on;
I will do a lot with Oxo.

I want to be Martin Jones,
A salesman for mobile phones;
I want to shake hands a lot, sit in winebars while I make my sales.
I want to drink warm Rose,
Keep saying "no way, Jose";
And live in a Docklands flat with a mortgage that's the size of Wales.
I'll keep my bottle when the market's crashing;
Be super cool when profits take a bashing;
I'll cross the crossing when the green man's flashing;
I'm a devil on a Zebra;
I'll meet a girl and feel a good vibration;
Buy her flowers as a nice flirtation;
Three carnations from a petrol station;
Take her for an aquilibre.

I want to be Pauline Park,
And work as an invoice clerk;
I want to eat lean cuisine, even though I'm eight stone three;
I'll sit and I'll fantasise,
About cruel men with piercing eyes;
Then I'll microwave two mince pies and have them with a cup of tea.
I'll watch a thriller if it's not too gory;
A mini-series if I like the story;
I think there ought to be more Nana Mouskori;
No, I'll never have the news on;
Doctor Scholl will be my favourite sandal;
Higher heels than that, I cannot handle;
Saw Barry Mannilow and held my candle;
Wax was running down my blouson.

I want to be Vera Paige,
A dame of a certain age;
I want to have big red lips and a cleavage that would drown a mouse;
I want to call all men swine,
Wear visible panty-line;
Have sing-songs on British wine, I always have it in the house.
I'll be known in all the pubs and chip shops;
Dangly jewellery and sequin zip tops;
Tracksuit bottoms and stiletto flip-flops;
I'll be really in the groove, eh?
Never take a bus if I can cab it;
Offer me a bit of life, I'll grab it;
My libido would defeat a rabbit;
And I'll never change the duvet.

I want to be Eileen Gum,
Who calls herself just a mum;
I want to have three big lads and a husband who I've driven nuts;
I'll struggle and sacrifice,
To make sure they have things nice;
I'll give them such good advice they'll absolutely hate my guts.
I'll make them bags that they can take their pumps in;
I'll knit pyjamas they can have their mumps in;
My mashed potato will have big grey lumps in;
I'll control each family member;
Make them gather round the Christmas table;
And eat until to move they are unable;
They'll wish that Joseph never found that stable;
I'll put my sprouts on in November.

I think it's a giant con,
We can't all be everyone;
I want to go round and round, just living every life in sight.
It isn't a proper scheme,
I just want to let off steam;
We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream...




Following my dream...
Following my dream, tonight...!

Overall Meaning

In Victoria Wood's song "Reincarnation," the singer expresses dissatisfaction with the idea of having only one life. She wants to come back again and again and have different experiences in different roles. She does not want to be a historical figure like Mary Queen of Scots or Joan of Arc, but rather to have the opportunity to experience different jobs and lifestyles in the present-day. She wants to be like Mrs. Pew and live in an avenue, wear an apron while chopping veggies, and have a bathroom with a champagne suite. She wants to be Martin Jones, a salesman for mobile phones, and sit in wine bars while making his sales, drinking warm Rose and living in a Docklands flat with a mortgage as big as Wales. She wants to be Pauline Park and work as an invoice clerk and eat lean cuisine while fantasizing about cruel men with piercing eyes. She wants to be Vera Paige, a dame of a certain age, with big red lips and a cleavage that could drown a mouse, calling all men swine and having sing-songs on British wine in her house. She also wants to be Eileen Gum, who calls herself just a mum, have three big lads and a husband who she has driven nuts, and control each family member, gathering around the Christmas table.


The song is a humorous take on the concept of reincarnation. It is about the human struggle to find fulfillment in life and the desire for something different when we are unsatisfied. The song also points out the mundanity of life and how we often just want to be someone else. Victoria Wood is known for her playful and sharp-witted lyrics, and this song is no exception.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I'm sorry God, I have to say, That having just one life per person is not enough. [Not enough.]
Expressing disappointment for having only one life and desiring to have more.


I would like to live more times than this, If you don't agree then tough. [T-U-ough.]
Expressing the strong desire to live multiple lives despite the possible disagreement from God.


There are other lives going on, I haven't lived, And this gives me a sense of frustration. [Frustration - frustration - frust, ra, a, a.]
Feeling frustrated because there are other lives that one hasn't experienced yet.


I'm not too bothered about being Mary Queen of Scots or Joan of Ark, All I'm after is Twentieth Century Reincarnation.
Not particularly interested in living the lives of historic figures, but instead wanting to come back in the 20th century.


I want to keep coming back, And trying a different track; I want to go round and round, 'cos I never feel I've got things right.
Continuously wanting to come back and try different lives because one feels like they have never gotten it right.


It isn't a proper scheme, I just want to let off steam; We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream tonight.
Acknowledging that it's not a proper scheme but still wanting to pursue the dream tonight.


I want to be Mrs Pew, And live in an avenue; I want to have bing-bong chimes and a bathroom with a champagne suite.
Desiring to be a certain person and have luxurious things like chimes and a bathroom with a champagne suite.


In my candlewick dressing grown, I want to put Harpic down; If my ironing smells quite fresh then my happiness will be complete.
Finding happiness in doing mundane things like cleaning and ironing.


I'll wear an apron when I chop my veggies; Have tiny cactus on the window ledges; Have a rollerblind with scalloped edges; I will never use a Wok
Describing specific details of the desired lifestyle, such as wearing an apron while cooking and not using a wok.


so; I'd prefer to stick to Mrs Beaton; Have a hob that I can then re-heat on; Use my toaster with the ears of wheat on; I will do a lot with Oxo.
Preferring to stick to the traditional British cooking style with certain brands like Mrs Beaton and Oxo.


I want to be Martin Jones, A salesman for mobile phones; I want to shake hands a lot, sit in winebars while I make my sales.
Desiring to work as a mobile phone salesman and spend time in wine bars while working.


I want to drink warm Rose, Keep saying "no way, Jose"; And live in a Docklands flat with a mortgage that's the size of Wales.
Desiring to lead a certain lifestyle and living in a flat with a big mortgage.


I'll keep my bottle when the market's crashing; Be super cool when profits take a bashing; I'll cross the crossing when the green man's flashing; I'm a devil on a Zebra;
Describing how one would handle difficult situations and become "a devil on a zebra".


I'll meet a girl and feel a good vibration; Buy her flowers as a nice flirtation; Three carnations from a petrol station; Take her for an aquilibre.
Describing how one would approach flirting and courting someone special.


I want to be Pauline Park, And work as an invoice clerk; I want to eat lean cuisine, even though I'm eight stone three;
Desiring to have a certain job and eat a certain type of food even if it means being slim.


I'll sit and I'll fantasise, About cruel men with piercing eyes; Then I'll microwave two mince pies and have them with a cup of tea.
Fantasizing about certain things and enjoying simple pleasures like having mince pies with tea.


I'll watch a thriller if it's not too gory; A mini-series if I like the story; I think there ought to be more Nana Mouskori; No, I'll never have the news on;
Enjoying certain types of entertainment and not being interested in the news.


Doctor Scholl will be my favourite sandal; Higher heels than that, I cannot handle; Saw Barry Mannilow and held my candle; Wax was running down my blouson.
Preferring certain types of footwear and recounting a funny story about seeing a Barry Mannilow concert.


I want to be Vera Paige, A dame of a certain age; I want to have big red lips and a cleavage that would drown a mouse;
Desiring to be a certain person and have certain physical attributes.


I want to call all men swine, Wear visible panty-line; Have sing-songs on British wine, I always have it in the house.
Desiring to lead a certain lifestyle and call all men swine, wear visible panty-line, and have sing-songs on British wine.


I'll be known in all the pubs and chip shops; Dangly jewellery and sequin zip tops; Tracksuit bottoms and stiletto flip-flops; I'll be really in the groove, eh?
Describing how one would dress and become well-known in certain places.


Never take a bus if I can cab it; Offer me a bit of life, I'll grab it; My libido would defeat a rabbit; And I'll never change the duvet.
Preferring to take cabs instead of buses and always looking to take advantage of new experiences.


I want to be Eileen Gum, Who calls herself just a mum; I want to have three big lads and a husband who I've driven nuts;
Desiring to lead a certain family life with a husband and three boys.


I'll struggle and sacrifice, To make sure they have things nice; I'll give them such good advice they'll absolutely hate my guts.
Desiring to do everything possible to provide for the family, even if it means being disliked for giving good advice.


I'll make them bags that they can take their pumps in; I'll knit pyjamas they can have their mumps in; My mashed potato will have big grey lumps in; I'll control each family member;
Describing how one would take care of the family and control each family member.


Make them gather round the Christmas table; And eat until to move they are unable; They'll wish that Joseph never found that stable; I'll put my sprouts on in November.
Describing a typical Christmas gathering and how one would prepare for it.


I think it's a giant con, We can't all be everyone; I want to go round and round, just living every life in sight.
Believing that having only one life is unfair and wanting to experience as many lives as possible.


It isn't a proper scheme, I just want to let off steam; We all have to have a dream, and I'll be following my dream... Following my dream... Following my dream, tonight...!
Acknowledging that it's not a real scheme but still following the dream and letting off steam.




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PastaPutinesca

"I'll put my sprouts on in Novembeeeerrrrrrr!"

This is such a warm, lovely song. Who else would celebrate every life other than Victoria Wood? So glad that her work lives on.

SueBea

I put mine on in November. They should be just about ready on Monday.

nativenewlondoner

I agree with you so much!

Jchathe

What a master of language manipulation! So much fun. Hope you’re enjoying your reincarnation, girl 😊

Diogo F.

RIP Victoria. One life per person really is not enough...

Diogo F.

That suddenly turned creepy xD

The Fakey Cake Maker

Maybe she had and you do ;-) xx

Cookie Cate

I miss her so I hope she returns as someone else. I would love to live next door.

VYNEA Official Page

Let's hope so. I'd like to taste that mashed potato.

kirstin waugh

+DDLondonBridge Maybe she'll come back as Mrs Pugh and "do a lot with Oxo"

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