Can’t leave the spotlight at work
Jester on call entertains
A trunk of folk tunes about balloons and saloons play out
Act Two of the hourglass grains
Applause floods the ’stream with rapture
But the bank’s gone dry even faster
Pass me that bottle, I’ll swallow my pride and sing some
Songs that I wrote in the 80s
Before the coffeeshop troubadour became me
That DX7 sounded just like heaven
To an AquaNet punk failing daily
London called and Reagan got shot
Men went to work without hats
Cassingle went gold, cast stones and we rolled
Toured Africa with Boomtown Rats
Now I’m scouring Kansas for Toto
Raise a glass if you’ve ‘just said no’
Keep the Bushmills coming, spent too long running from those
Songs that I wrote in the 80s
Shredding Eddie Van for Camper Van ladies
Sang of glasnost Mikhail in a vest of chain mail
’Til Seattle left my heart broke and achy
Debbie blew 54 rails
Frankie did nothing at all
When it came crashing down, denied the europop crown
But kept a piece of the Berlin Wall
A decade of mirrors broken
Then another foretold by omen
Nostalgia’s a bitch when they laugh at the kitsch of my
Songs that I wrote in the 80s
Riding shotgun in Pebbles’s Mercedes
One last safety dance in these parachute pants
Close the closet door and let’s go crazy