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.
Yes, that's right, my name's Bob,
The one who landed the popstar's job,
The one you told, look don't touch,
The kid who wouldn't amount to much.
Well, I'm here, and you're still there
With your fake sports car and receding hair,
Dodgy pair of trousers that you think are smart,
Married to the woman that teaches art,
Married to the life, married to the school.
I wanna sing and dance, Sir.
Now who's the fool?
Sing and dance, you thought I was balmy:
Settle down 'thingy', join the army.
And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'll 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 pillion.
But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
For the negatives dickheads 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!