In this ‘so-cool’ social climate
Celebrities are now the primates

Names and faces do the ruling
Superstars create the calling

Pride was found in Gallant Valour
Now we’re proud of Vainly Glamour

Once the Nobel was the Idol
Now we idolize the model

Reminding us to keep in trim
That snorting cocaine makes you thin

Football sets good standards too
Don’t drink and play, it can kill you

Teaching kids of Nazi Killing
Now replaced with Narcissism

And a general history interest
Like how big, was Jordan’s chest

Educating from 5 years
About the life of Britney Spears

Never mind about the blitz
It’s all about implanted tits

No need for policies and polls
We’ve got Hip hop, rock and roll

On issues such as council tax
We’ll just ask MENEM “what do ya fink of dat”

To have a followings fantastic
But fans who copy what you sing are sick

“Come on baby light my fire”
When she did the burns were dire

Pied pipers of reality
Our children chase the fantasy

And when they fail and cry in bed
We just buy them the album instead

I think of future centuries
I wonder what the craze will be

Perhaps one day we’ll change our view
And judge this deep social imbue

Not by faces, fame or freaks,
But facing fame as for the weak

Or, the plain, the same, us usual folk
Who 9 – 5 do office work

We’ll all create our own pop show…
Who will watch it though?

But in the mean time while I wait
I’ll keep watching Ricki Lake

Maybe the world is going crazy
So I’m just grateful for my T.V

Shut away at home much safer
Waiting to see who wins X-Factor