Lest old acquaintance be forgot   I lost your number in the rush   Our friendship suffered with my success   The wind it blew me on   Now Ive been sacrified to entertain   I went down smiling, it felt like pain   The wind it blew me on   The wind it blew me on   Im just ice-cream   Its all rama rama   Im just space dust   Its all rama rama   Im just ice-cream   Its all rama rama   Thought I was high class   Its all rama rama   So self-important to this scheme   My tragic suffering   No more than a dream   Ive got friends in higher places   Dont you recognize my faces   Millions want my auto-photograph   Critics want to write my epitath   Ive got personal numberplates   Ive got more money than Bill Gates   Run it, run it, run it back up to me   Life my life on TV   Run it, run it, run it back up to me   Im what you want to   If I cant top this industry   My birthright feeling incomplete   I wont get sucked into this greed   Cos I sing love is all you need   Lest old acquaintance be forgot