...This Town...

That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his Very best little boy look It was a song with a topical verse which I'm Afraid he then proceeded to sing Something about the moody doomed love of The Fish-Finger King [Chorus:] You're nobody in this town You're nobody in this crowd You're nobody till everybody in this town Thinks you're poison, Got your number knows it must be avoided You're nobody till everybody in this town Thinks you're a bastard Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row Although he swears that he's the salt of the earth He's so proud of the "kick-me-hard" sign that They hung on his back at birth He said "I appreciate beauty, if I have one, then It's my fault" "Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in My vault" [Chorus] The girl with the eternity rock went down on Her bookie to buy some stock Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say "The corporation thief is The New Jesse James" Her clothes and her attention were scant, her Eyes were everywhere, Her eyes were like absinthe The little green figures that dance on his screen Say everything you want to hear and nothing They mean They made love while she was changing her dress She wiped him off she wiped him out and then She made him confess A little amused by the belief in her power You must remember this it was the fetish of The hour [Chorus] --- ...This Town... - Elvis Costello