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
Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on a bus Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us With our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes, and us Now we're photogenic You know, we don't stand a chance