He´s so sophisticated
In a critic´s eye
He needs a change of habit
But then so do I
He´s all Zefferelli
In cool loose clothes
He needs to be rewired
He´s plugged on overload

So crisp and new
Well it had to be
I guess he needs a change
From the likes of me
If he should lose some color
When he leaves the sun
I´m sure a little Braggi
Wouldn´t hurt no one

´Cause when the fool´s in fashion
He´s attracting everyone
He´ll be the head of your list
He´ll be your dinner guest
If he´s the center of attention
Looks like the fool´s in fashion

You had your pound of flesh
You got the driver´s seat
Well you can keep the car
But I´d like the meat
´Cause there must be plenty
Down in the cutting room
It´s so tough to suffer
When you want the moon