Oh too many people need a pseudonym
They cut their hair and pout like anything
They're so worried that the real them might get in
And paranoid about their skin
They usually have good fashion sense
So aware that red and green might offend
Most have a popstar for a friend
And live of what their parents send
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
They're so adamant in their belief
They're sincere, they're dedicated and they're cheap
They maintain they've never needed to enfeoff
Or justify to their relief
But then it barely lasts an episode
From verse to verse without a palinode
Into the next issue of mode
Spectacled and pigeon toed
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
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With well established social prejudice
Becoming second rate rock journalists
They never satisfy the need to outwit
And influence the modernist
Oh too many people need a pseudonym
They cut their hair and pout like anything
So afraid the real them might get in
Concern and always rivalling
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Can I, can I be sure
When I don't know who I'm talking to anymore