We were decaying, The stars were being polite, And you were on about how - when the gods are playing - They don't know how to feel right without maiming someone special. Oh, maybe it's hard to be normal when you're special. Oh how I long to hear you tell the world \"I've retired, please take my last record, put it on the fire I've retired, please gather all my songs and put 'em on the fire\"
Now your record's playing on Top of the Pops. Nah, they're all flops, God bless you, man. You'll find a way in. They'll pull out all of the stops to make you and your cronies feel special. Oh, maybe it's hard to act normal when you're special.
Oh how I long to hear you tell the world \"I've retired, please take my last record, put it on the fire I've retired, please gather all my songs and put 'em on the fire\"
But you will always be a friend of mine, because I love you.