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