He's so sophisticated

In a critic's eye

He needs a change of habit

But then so do I

He's all Zefferelli

In cool loose clothes

He needs to be rewired

He's plugged on overload



So crisp and new

Well it had to be

I guess he needs a change

From the likes of me

If he should lose some color

When he leaves the sun

I'm sure a little Braggi

Wouldn't hurt no one



'Cause when the fool's in fashion

He's attracting everyone

He'll be the head of your list

He'll be your dinner guest

If he's the center of attention

Looks like the fool's in fashion



You had your pound of flesh

You got the driver's seat

Well you can keep the car

But I'd like the meat

'Cause there must be plenty

Down in the cutting room

It's so tough to suffer

When you want the moon