Back in the eighties
You ruled supreme
A one hit wonder
That fuelled a scene
Once a style leader
Expensive deal
You shocked a nation
In your fright mask and heels
In your westend bedsit
Watching stars on the wane
Drinking no brand vodka
Like those heady days of fame
Your sycophantic fans
Joining in for the kill
Whatever your desire
They’ll just do it for the thrill

A reputation that proceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
Your legend fallen from grace
My instincts duly attested
You were such a waste of space

Lacking in niceties
Rattled my cage
Has-been facing hunger
Withdrawals from stage
But it’s your choice
To vent your rage
I’m left without a voice
So putting pen to the page
I feed your just deserts
Its a dish I’m serving late
Leaving your bad karma
To the ready hands of fate
A flash in the pan
Who tested my goodwill
I’m ready for my close-up
Shoot it up mr demille

A reputation that proceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
Your legend fallen from grace