He was a light star

Tripping on a high wire

Bulldog stubborn, born uneven

A classless creature, a man for all seasons

But don't bet them

They can't take him

To the very bottom

Because they made him and they'll waste him

And I don't believe that I want to watch them



`Cause the fifties shifted out of gear

He was an idol then, now he's an idol here

But his face has changed, he's not the same no more

And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before



He was tight-assed

Walking on broken glass

Highly prized in the wallet size

The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes

But don't pretend that it won't end

In the depth of your despair

You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes

To peanuts from the lion's share