Too many Tony’s in the nave,
Lord!
Too many Jenny’s in the Seventies.
Too many shrews in Shrewsbury
who've no love lost for loonies.
Get me to Mecca on time,
Allah!
I'm not asking for the moon.
Just step on it, my friend,
and turn left at the Celestial Dome.
Red carpet and velvet rope are in the trunk,
monk, so don’t cry for me or my lost left
shoe.
Make ready for our grand entrance.
Paparazzi rented by the hour for this,
the final hour, but no photos
when we keel over,
please!
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