Here comes the new pretender

A bible in his hand

He thinks he will be happy

He thinks that life is grand

I have learnt how to be grateful

For the scraps that fall from your table

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Here comes the new pretender

He looks just like the old

He would get a big surprise

When he finds hell is cold

There are those who want to warm you

Then one day they won’t phone you

Oh, oh-oh, oh

And in every sleepy town

You will find heads full of dreams

Heads full of dreams

There goes the new pretender

He won’t last that long

There will be a new face

To sing the same old song, oh

He will learn how to be grateful

For the scraps that fall from your table

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Here comes the new pretender