He thought he was drunk as can be   New white skinny rebel was he   Because he knew what mattered   It's all in a clatter of the bands he'd seen      Now, his words of wisdom would shock   Whether he meant them or not   He'd save the world, all the boys and the girls   But another single's all he'd be      That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy   That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy      He thought he was cool with his tunes   He practiced the knack in his room   And in the evenings, he'd DJ with the slider at plus eight   Believing at his feet we swoon      Now he's always there in the queue   While down on the dance floor it's you   And when he starts playing, he's up there playing   You don't notice that they're not his tunes      That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy   That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy      That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy   That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy      He thought he could measure the world   Because he loved the flag when unfurled   First he's a lawyer, excellent debater   You should have heard the mud he hurled      Now you've seen his face on TV   Leading parliamentary   When he makes decisions that meet your derision   He reminds us all that we're free      That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy   That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy      That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy   That's sad, that's right   Another night of someone else's fantasy, fantasy