Fantasy

He thought he was drunk as can be New white skinny rebel was he Because he knew what mattered It's all in a clatter of the bands he'd seen Now, his words of wisdom would shock Whether he meant them or not He'd save the world, all the boys and the girls But another single's all he'd be That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy He thought he was cool with his tunes He practiced the knack in his room And in the evenings, he'd DJ with the slider at plus eight Believing at his feet we swoon Now he's always there in the queue While down on the dance floor it's you And when he starts playing, he's up there playing You don't notice that they're not his tunes That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy He thought he could measure the world Because he loved the flag when unfurled First he's a lawyer, excellent debater You should have heard the mud he hurled Now you've seen his face on TV Leading parliamentary When he makes decisions that meet your derision He reminds us all that we're free That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy That's sad, that's right Another night of someone else's fantasy, fantasy