(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

He wants to be glorified  

And swallowed in fame  

He wants to be a hero   

Like Kurt Cobain  

Playing his guitar   

With it hung round his knees  

The tour bus syndrome  

The touring disease  

He stands like a soldier  

He's ready to charge   

The young girls he sleeps with  

Are all a mirage  

He wants to be wanted  

But doesn't know why  

Reality curtains  

Black out a blue sky  



Play on play on and eat up the sun  

Pop up to London and soak up the fun  

Play on play on with gathering speed  

Its Saturday night  

As the ears start to bleed  



He wants to be famous a  

And fall when he's young  

Climbing up ladders  

Without any rungs  

Ill in the morning  

And wasted all day  

Looking demented  

With not much to say  



He pulls out a woman   

From under his bed  

Her eyes are like cherries  

That spin in her head  

If he hits the jackpot   

He's in the top ten