Sycophant

[sirmavers]

Stsrted this because I'm eager to know them all

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'll never be undone,
Like a father and a son,
We'll never be undone,

I'll ask her...
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 (give a shit) because 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 everybodys name,
You're the king of pretend.

The proofs in the pudding and the gigs,
You've not even been to Wollworths to buy your mix,
You flirt with the weather,
You're a kneeling knave,
You'll have shakesspeare 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 care less (give a shit) because 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 everybodys name,
You're the king of pretend.

(chorus repeared and all that)


EDIT: I've edited this to the 'Crocc My Heart...' B-side lyrics, bearing in mind the album version may use different vocal tracks these may not be spot on, but they are as right as they get for now

[Pete]

i could not care less because i'm red not blue

you're seen everywhere in town in town, but you're never with a friend

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 (acoustic version in LA)


The proof's in the pudding and in the mix you know you run down to tesco to buy your mix?(haha probably wrong)

you're a kneeling knave?


hopefully they're alright...

[sirmavers]

'knave'. that's te word, no sure what it means though

The 'red not blue' is just the LA version, not the real words I don't think. But I'll edit to fit. ta.

[jthemod]

i thought on one version he sings your the devil & a friend?

Knave means a dishonest man, a rogue!

[Johno]

Small thing, but i think its disdain from someone i love.

[mc18988]

like the shakespeare bit, is it Billy shakespeare or just shakespeare, hard to make out

'billy shaks peare would be turing in his grave'

[ELF!]

I'm pretty sure that it's Billy Shakespeare!

[ELF!]

Version: Falcon


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'll never be undone,
Like a father and a son,
We'll never be undone,

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 because 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 everybodys name,
You're the king of pretend.

The proofs in the pudding and the gigs,
You've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix,
You flirt with the weather,
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 ’cos it's what we like,
We are judged on every single thing we do,
I could not give one ’cos 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 everybodys name,
You're the king of pretend.

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want ‘cos it's what you like,
We are judged on every single thing we do,
We could not care less ‘cos we are us not you

Are my clothes alright?
Is my hair alright?
You can say what you want
Thank you and goodnight
We are judged on every single thing we do,
We could not care less ’cos we are us not you

You think you're clued up,
I think you're glued up,
But you're never with a friend,
You know everybodys name,
You're the king of pretend.

You love to dance, you’re a sycophant
How do you sleep, how do you get up
Get fucked.