Lyric Shoulder Pads

All these fads
It s shoulder pads



On New Year s Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze



My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party



Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn t tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance



It was like being back at school



My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom



Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d etat
Realize what they d always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn t then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead



Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned



Then my powers did return....