Redneck (Tim Booth)

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 Don't 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 can't 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