Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs

Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs

You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys

They never know it

Because you never show it

You always get your way

They never know it

Because you never show it

You always get your way



Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?

Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions

In his blue velour and silk

You liberated

A boy I never rated

And now he's throwing discuss

For Liverpool and Widnes

You liberated

A boy I never rated

And now he's doing business



The stars of track and field, you are

The stars of track and field, you are

The stars of track and field are beautiful people



Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it?

About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training

You only did it so that you could wear

Your terry underwear

And feel the city air

Run past your body



Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?

"She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head"

She never needed anything to get her round the track

But when she's on her back

She had the knowledge

To get her into college

But when she's on her back

She had the knowledge

To get her into college