If its a hand-me-down Jaques Brel, be gentle with me

I want less of the same, I'm not born on a spike

A man amongst worlds, a man in real life

I wasn't content being just another man in my dreams

I watched my body soften

In front of men built like wire

Thrilling as sick leave

Vainglorious men

Fullfilling as a dry heave

I've seen their question marks

Let's hear their full stops

For all of my life they've played me for jokes

Someone called King took us disco dancing

Hе was a dressmaker's son, he was diffеrent that one

He did an uncanny Frankie Valli as he cracked a can open

We'd get drunk in the North, he said music meant war

I watched my body soften

In front of men built like wire

Thrilling as sick leave

Vainglorious men

Fullfilling as a dry heave

I've seen their question marks

Let's hear their full stops

For all of my life they've played me for jokes

My shame flashed back in Protestant glass

Heard skips in the track in 'All Things Must Pass'

I paid my respects to the snakes in the grass and I never tire

Will I never tire of fronting?

Men built like wire

Thrilling as sick leave

Vainglorious men

Fullfilling as a dry heave

I've seen their question marks

Let's hear their full stops

For all of my life

For all of my life