Be-ah bickey ba bo-bo-bo
I got a gal that I love so

Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
I’m a dedicated follower of my own success
I can handle the glamour, I can cope with the stress
Deal with the doughnuts and please all the rest
I’m polite to the punters and sweet to the press

I just won a trophy from a radio station
I’m leaving my bat and my balls to the nation

I’ve got megalomania I’ve got megalomania
To be a twinkle in the show-biz dream
To which effect I could canive and scheme
I dive into the dairy and I lap up all the cream
I’m up to the armpits in self-esteem

Stiff me quietly up the charts
Then I can go public with my private parts

And here is me, oh look at me
Just another pathetic pop star
I love you Greta, what else is there?
Won’t you please accept my hand

Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
Megalomania, megalomania
Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
Megalomania, megalomania
Delusions of grandeur, delusions of  grandeur
Megalomania, megalomania
Delusions of grandeur, delusions of  grandeur