Be-ah bickey ba bo-bo-bo

I got a gal that I love so



Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur

Im a dedicated follower of my own success

I can handle the glamour, I can cope with the stress

Deal with the doughnuts and please all the rest

Im polite to the punters and sweet to the press



I just won a trophy from a radio station

Im leaving my bat and my balls to the nation



Ive got megalomania Ive got megalomania

To be a twinkle in the show-biz dream

To which effect I could canive and scheme

I dive into the dairy and I lap up all the cream

Im up to the armpits in self-esteem



Stiff me quietly up the charts

Then I can go public with my private parts



And here is me, oh look at me

Just another pathetic pop star

I love you Greta, what else is there?

Wont you please accept my hand



Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur

Megalomania, megalomania

Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur

Megalomania, megalomania

Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur

Megalomania, megalomania

Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur