Now I'm in a band, people try to make me do things, Kiss arses and pay tribute. But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway. And I don't care who hears it.
Because I'm a fan of the Go-Betweens, A fan of Robert, and I always have been. But I like Grant, not that I've met him, Because he's charming.
Of all the stars, and all the would-be stars, I'd take him home to my mum and dad. Yeah, he's charming, but he's a trouble-maker, too. He amuses me greatly.
I like Lindy, and I saw Vickers. Pete stole the set list, and the itinerary. He wrote my name down as "Tour Rent Boy". It was hard, but so is life.
I was making button badges. And I had too much time on my hands. I coloured them by hand: Pere Ubu and the Sugarcubes.
Kids came in to watch me, But Pete and Sean just scorned, Just like they scorned Robert. But I secretly loved the big guy, He dressed like Sherlock Holmes.
And he fixed us with a quizzative eye, Before singing such romances That only the sods trampled underfoot by Thatcher Could appreciate their love. Could appreciate their love.