Yeah sure, I wanna be your man,
Now take me for a futile drag
Along the shitty evening path.

Yeah sure, you want a random shag,
A pint of poison for a laugh,
You're young, of course you fucking can.

Yeah sure, they want your autograph,
You total star, yeah you're the man
Now strut away, escape their drag.

Yeah sure, you have a master plan.
I've got the popcorn in, you stag,
Now let's see you notch up your craft,

Yeah sure, you're nothing like a fag,
They're not aboard your boring raft
You obsolete orangutan.