Back in the eighties You ruled supreme A one hit wonder That fuelled a scene Once a style leader Expensive deal You shocked a nation In your fright mask and heels In your westend bedsit Watching stars on the wane Drinking no brand vodka Like those heady days of fame Your sycophantic fans Joining in for the kill Whatever your desire They’ll just do it for the thrill A reputation that proceeds you Your legend fallen from grace And all the time that I invested Just thrown back in my face Your legend fallen from grace My instincts duly attested You were such a waste of space Lacking in niceties Rattled my cage Has-been facing hunger Withdrawals from stage But it’s your choice To vent your rage I’m left without a voice So putting pen to the page I feed your just deserts Its a dish I’m serving late Leaving your bad karma To the ready hands of fate A flash in the pan Who tested my goodwill I’m ready for my close-up Shoot it up mr demille A reputation that proceeds you Your legend fallen from grace And all the time that I invested Just thrown back in my face Your legend fallen from grace