I'm not important I'm barely sane I have no talent To speak of but baby, that's okay I'm after reflected fame I took my photo At arms-length you see With someone famous looking sheepish Yeah. now they know me And I'm not ordinary I'm in a club so exclusive that Even I find it quite illusive sometimes Let me regail you with tales of the rich In the bars of Shoreditch You know, of London, right? If not you're wasting your life Are you impressed by the connections I made? That look gives me all away If only I got paid My mum looks after me 'Cause I'm in a club so exclusive that Even I find it quite illusive sometimes Oh, my friend Pablo- he actually reads books He's got this nerdy beatnick look I met him at the Tate Well, in the Tate Café I ran up to him I said: "Hey I'm just like you, I think the coffee's great here too" He looked disturbed at first, but now he gets me 'Cause we're in a club so exclusive that Even we find it quite illusive sometimes I have uploaded over forty different musics Really not a big deal I like when people share It's where I get my ideas I want your life I watch your days out from your postcards What you did in a new wedding It's a compliment Oh take it how it's meant I might not understand everything you say But if I act in a certain way And buy all the music that I should And say everyone else is a sheep It won't matter if I'm genuine It's all about the clothes that you are in