a little star(?), a touch short sighted So here am I crawling with the pacesetters and the big cocks still crow the loudest down on the farm (let's hear 'em crow now) We're useful tools, keeping things down by pretending that if we're aware there is no need to care, as we sing it's my party I can cry if I want to I can cry if I want cry if I want to So here we are, we're doing what you expect us to and the big cocks still crow the loudest down on the farm cock-a-doodle doo Set me free, please, quench my thirst Feed me, I want to work I'll walk to work, I'll walk to work There's a clever double meaning there, do you get it? You're so brainy, so stupid, hungry and dirty You're an idiot, it's understood, brilliant and lovely You're so sloppy, a singer of the words Do you call that singing? What a funny guy, so sexy, so perverted You're a vampire, an ogre, so ordinary You pay your debts, you look your best, live worthily You still believe that it all happened Believe a bearded bloke is your friend Don't you know there are only acts of genius? You're the son of God's mate START FROM SCRATCH * Youngish chap, a betting lad, refused to swim the pool Did not want the doggie paddle he had learned about at school He was too hungry, he spat on company cars A real