'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear
He was an idol then, now he's an idol here
But his face has changed, he's not the same no more
And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before
He was tight-assed
Walking on broken glass
Highly prized in the wallet size
The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes
But don't pretend that it won't end
In the depth of your despair
You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes
To peanuts from the lion's share