Shabby boy?s kept you up all night   Oh, sentimental drinkers   Sing songs that end in fights about fights      And they?ll swear to you   That they just can?t help it   Know that poem in their head   That painting of your bed, it must out      Does time stand still   When you cross the room?   Oh, surely it must do   When they write a song   That goes on and on about you      Does your golden hair, fall in waves?   No mention of a spot   Tantrum or tooth rot, not for them      Just pearly smiles and Mona Lisa wiles   For your coterie of stars   Your barrel of charlatans      Celebrate, and they will venerate   Hold their heads in the morning glare   For with some faint praise   They will hold your gaze   And dedicate it all to you   Yeah, dedicate it all to you      Oh, you live your life in black and white   No subtlety for you, no mercy for the muse   It?s true      Come in again, number 10   Oh, your army of typewriters   Your consequence of biters won?t last long      And life will burden you not   Love will carry on with a thrust      And they?ll swear to you   That they just can?t help it   That poem in their head   That painting of your bed   It must out, it must out      Celebrate and they will venerate   Hold their heads in the morning glare   For with some faint praise   They will hold your gaze   And dedicate it all to you   Yeah, dedicate it all to you   Yeah, dedicate it all to you