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...