Idol

He was a light star Tripping on a high wire Bulldog stubborn, born uneven A classless creature, a man for all seasons But don't bet them They can't take him To the very bottom Because they made him and they'll waste him And I don't believe that I want to watch them 'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear He was an idol then, now he's an idol here But his face has changed, he's not the same no more And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before He was tight-assed Walking on broken glass Highly prized in the wallet size The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes But don't pretend that it won't end In the depth of your despair You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes To peanuts from the lion's share