He was a light star   Tripping on a high wire   Bulldog stubborn, born uneven   A classless creature, a man for all seasons   But don't bet them   They can't take him   To the very bottom   Because they made him and they'll waste him   And I don't believe that I want to watch them      'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear   He was an idol then, now he's an idol here   But his face has changed, he's not the same no more   And I have to say that I like the way his music sounded before      He was tight-assed   Walking on broken glass   Highly prized in the wallet size   The number one crush in a schoolgirl's eyes   But don't pretend that it won't end   In the depth of your despair   You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes   To peanuts from the lion's share