I'll walk up to the mic
At the top of the show
Think only 59 more flaming minutes to go
The old suit doesn't fit
The money's nothing at all
To give them the stand-up and the mirror ball
When I was in fashion
The toast of the town
By God, it was smashing
There was Tati already
Well, I'd have a ball of Agnes
In the palm of my hand
And we'd be off to wherever
From my left to land
You had loyalty
Back in the ICB years
We all played for royalty
All had the big career
And I got a good deal
To give you the money
And we'd be off to wherever
From my left to land

Back in the ICB years
We all played for royalty
Well, I'd have a ball of Agnes

And we'd be off to wherever
From my left to land
You had loyalty
Back in the ICB years
We all played for royalty
Back in the ICB years
Well, I'd have a ball of Agnes

Well, you wake up one morning
Depressed till you know it

You've stepped out of style, and there you are done
You wake up one morning, you've just left the train
Soon enough, you're appearing at the living end
I'm going too fast, I can tell you for free
Dying from trying is what you can see
Needs a break and a brandy, you're a funny man for real
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Tonight appearing at the living end
Oh, oh, oh.