Hello sir, remember me?
I’m the man you thought I’d never be.
The boy who you reduced to tears,
The lad called thingy for six whole years.
Yeah that’s right, my names bob,
The one who landed the popstars job.
The one who you told: look don’t touch
The kid who wouldn’y amount to much.
Well I’m here, and you’re still there
With your fake sports car and receding hair
Dodgy, farout trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman that teaches art
Married to the life
Married to the school
I want to sing and dance sir
Now who’s the fool?
Sing and dance, you thought I was barmy
Settle down thingy, join the army
And who were you to tell me this
The dream I want I’ll have to miss
Sir is god, he’s been given the right
To structure lives overnight.
Now I know life’s true path,
Tanks and guns, that’ll be a laugh.
Nah, not me, I’m a mega civillian
I won’t leave my life riding pillion
But thanks for the advice and I’m sure it’ll do
For the negitive dickheads just like you.
As for now the different weapon
Stage and screen is about to beckon
And here I sit in first class
Bollocks sir, kiss my ass.
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