The greatest shock I ever saw
In black and white and Polaroid
Was Paul McCartney jacking off
Naked and inspired
A genius for banalizing
CHORUS
Nobody likes a nice guy
Nobody wants him to win
Your own worst enemy
You stink, and yet you swim
Cheeky cheeky’s not a standard
To which to measure up
Sneaky sneaky’s cuter and
No one gives a fuck
A doe-eyed smile, compassion flowers
You freely harmonise
Your throbbing underlip fellates
I’m complicit, you beguile
When Paul McCartney died
You felt bad not feeling bad
For feeling bad
You felt bad
For not feeling bad
For feeling sad
You felt bad
How is it, like some fish
Age changes gender
Female to male
And male to old maid
The nice guy doesn’t die
But’s strung along
Till quaint, irrelevant
Nothing worse
But the drummer
CHORUS
When Paul McCartney died
You felt bad not feeling bad
For feeling bad
You felt sad
For not feeling bad
For feeling sad
You felt bad
2 comments:
Hearing this as a cabaret/lounge item: part spoken word, part melodies; a measure of Marlene Dietrich, a measure of Barry Manilow. Might make a nice, brief mixture of humour and pathos after A and E on a raft.
"Cheeky cheeky" makes me want to hear this performed by the Winkies.
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