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You're the mediocre master of some of what you see
And the bigger you fall, well generally the harder you come
Your backbone went on holiday, left you sitting back at home
Your self-respect is now ashamed to know you

And sooner or later, well it won't be long
The guy in the loin-cloth bangs the gong
You're just a dead guy who's hanging around
Until somebody takes him home

This endless aimless chatter is the sum of you
And now you've had your fun, you'll be on your way
Back to square one where you like to play
A melody you wrote for someone else I'm sure

And sooner or later, well it won't be long
The guy in the loin-cloth bangs the gong
You're just a dead guy who's hanging around
Until somebody takes you home

Last night I heard you sing the nineties in a bar
And I was most distressed at what I was forced to hear
I held my whisky chaser until the coast was clear
And then I ran home to seek refuge in the dark

And sooner or later, well it won't be long
The man in the loin-cloth bangs the gong
You're just a dead guy who's hanging around
Until somebody takes him home