All these fads
It`s shoulder pads
On New Year`s Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn`t tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d`etat
Realize what they`d always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn`t then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return....