To throw off their decorum and their bras
He sings a bit and does his pelvis curls,
He shakes his sexy bum beneath the stars.
I saw him sing in Copenhagen once,
A great big pop show in some tiny hall,
And then he cuts his finger like a dunce,
The greater stand the more the mighty fall.
A singer working for his bread and jam,
Another human scratching for his meat,
From troubadours to Mozart and to Wham!
Yes everybody here has got to eat.
The better man is sometimes he who fails,
So whip them with those toxic stingray tails
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