He looked into the mirror saying
"Who's a pretty boy?"
I'm just so sexy in my leather pants
I'm latin after all
But I'm so sick and tired of waiting
For the company to call
I coulda made a million bucks
And I could make a million more
He wants to be a big wig
But success has gone
To his head
And now the cut from the company
Is hanging by a thread
They stuck some dollar signs
In his eyes
They spot some truth
Into their lies
And while he's reaching
For the skies
His head had got too big
For his capsize
He fell under the spell
Of the tall man in the top hat
And then he fell under the spell
Of his magical white rabbit
And all the press were all
Impressed with his shop-worn
Studied distress
And now they're falling all about
To name-check his antecedents
His borrowed mannerisms
His very own purple parody prison
And now the fashion he'd hung
His hopes and cash on's
Been upstaged
They stuck some dollar signs
In his eyes
They spot some truth
Into their lies
And while he's reaching
For the skies
His head had got too big
For his capsize
Now it was so hard to imagine
That so many things had changed
He had to take it in his strides
And quietly bow
And leave the stage
But he forgets in 15 years
When he's pushing
Retirement age
The fashion he was
Is revived now
He can draw a
Decent wage
They stuck some dollar signs
In his eyes
They spot some truth
Into their lies
And while he's reaching
For the skies
His head had got too big
For his capsize
Oh yeah.
His head's so heavy now that he'll capsize