You wouldn't sing the rock songs that I wrote you
You're never singing jazz or screaming punk
But there's something I've been waiting for to tell you
I heard you crooning, Jesus Christ it stunk!

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I never knew that you'd been on Pop Idol
I might have known you'd never sing it right
You gave up the only music style that moved you
Went on to sing that mild kind of shite

The glamour of the TV lights has lured you
To the places where the people dial and vote
Where you want to be insulted by those judges
And stop singing any songs of any note

If I used words like "insipid" and "anodyne"
I don't think you'd know what it is they mean
But how you're singing now is so damn empty
More than just plain boring, it's obscene

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So now if ever I see you on telly
Just a second, maybe two - I've had enough
And though maybe chart success has come to you
All I am gonna do is turn you off

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