Hello Sir
Hello Sir remember me
I’m the man you thought I’d never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
The lad called thingy for six whole years
Yeah that’s right my name’s Bob
The one who landed the popstar’s job
The one who you told Look don’t touch
The kid who wouldn’t amount to much
Well I am here and you’re still there
With your fake sportscar, receding hair
With your dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman that teaches art
Married to the life, married to the school
I want to sing and dance, sir, now who’s a fool
Sing and dance you thought was barmy
Settle down thingy join the army
And who are you to tell me this
The dream I want I’d have to miss
Sir is God he’s been given the right
To structure lives overnight
Now I know life’s true path
Tanks and guns that’ll be a laugh
No not me I’m a mega civilian
I won’t lead my life riding a pillion
Well, thanks for the advice
and I’m sure it’ll do
For the negative plonkers just like you
As for now I’ve a different weapon
Stage and screen is about to beckon
And here I sit in first class
Bollocks sir
Kiss my ass