Courteeners Sycophant
I'll never dance with a sycophant,
I'd rather entertain disdain,
For someone who I love,
At least you know where you stand,
You'll never understand,
Keep your eyes on your own work son,
Do your homework son,
We will never be undone,
Like a father and a son,
We will never be undone,
I'll ask you...
Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want because it's what you like,
We are judged on every single thing we do,
But I could not care less 'cause we are us not you,
You think you're clued up,
I think you're glued up,
You know everyone in town,
But you're never with a friend,
You know everybody's name,
You're the king of pretend.
The proof's in the pudding and the gigs,
You've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix,
You flirt with the weather,
You're a kneeling knave,
Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave,
Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want because it's what you like,
We are judged on every single thing we do,
But I could not give one 'cause we are us not you,
You think you're clued up,
I think you're glued up,
You're seen everywhere in town,
But you're always round the bend,
You know everybody's name,
You're the king of pretend.
Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want because it's what you like,
We are judged on every single thing we do,
We could not care less 'cause we are us not you,
Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want thank you and good night,
We could not care less 'cause we are us not you,
You think you're clued up,
I think you're glued up,
You're seen everywhere in town,
But you're never with a friend,
You know everybody's name,
You're the king of pretend.
