One, two, three, four
Whatever happened to good music?
You know in the days when you could feel it?
It was almost sexual
Sending shivers up your spine
This I believe is because songwriters were not restricted
By the small music dictatorship which now exists
Let's hope the future holds something better
Than the present, and let's leave the past alone
The music business is incapable of bringing music to the future
As it sits just waiting to pounce on any third rate trend
Milking it to death
Once again putting money where the music is not
I only wish I was born before all the great ideas were used
While I struggle to working around this
The most annoying thing is watching
Other people succeed through stealing them
I could have been a legend in my own time
I could have sold a lot of records
I could have enjoyed it as well
I could have been a lot of things
One thing I know I am and will always be
I am the greatest
Hey
Bumped into this bloke the other day
We used to know in school
We didn't say hello because he had his hair slightly trimmed
And I had all mine shaved off
He was always a bit of a clown
He used to be a hard man, but he did his homework
Because he knew that one day, he'd be going places
I knew I should have asked him there and then
Was he happy now that he'd finally got there?
He goes to bed thinking of ways to fiddle ten more pounds on his expenses
Me? I go to bed thinking of all the reasons why
I am the greatest
We always use other people as the mirror in which we judge ourselves
So, we're constantly changing to meet their expectations
Maybe we've forgotten the meaning of the word individual
It's as if everything we do or think is valued for its conformity
Anything fresh or original is hacked down and always brought down to size
You don't even think for yourself
As a life that is led for you is some kind of problem
We wouldn't recognize a new idea
If it spat in your face and screamed out our name
Who am I to talk?
Who the hell do I think I am?
I am the greatest
Welcome to the wonderful world of show business
The dark and dank place rarely lit by the harsh light of reality
I look around and I see
Big-mouthed rock stars with opinions on everything and answers to nothing
Burnt out old men with money to burn
Bandwagons full of bands with sycophantic fans with no lives of their own
A place where image is king and music is a poorer relation that I can relate to
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