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