Read it in the papers    Read it in the books    Find it in the mail-box    between the lines and hooks    The games we play    And hope to win    Things change    Step into the hallway    Step out into the street    Hang out at those places    Were all the people meet    The avant-garde    And right from the start    Things change    I used to be a Marylin    Like so many others    The saddest clown you've ever seen    On yout television screen    That was style    But now it seems sort of senile       Miles away from here    Miles away from you and me    Ideas are running wild and free    the wind chases them up and down    never lets them touch the ground    They pretend to sleep and let it be    But when they wake up    And put on a make-up    They set up a new rule    The same old scheme    The same old dream    That things change       I used to be a king of need    Like so many others   I used to sell my heart and soul    Once in a while    And that was style       Just now some miles away from here    The wind chases me up and down    never lets me touch the ground    I pretend to sleep and let it be    But when I wake up   I put on a make-up    And set up a new rule    That's how things change