Sycophant (Belgique Insomniac Version)

The Courteeners

I'll never dance with a sycophant,

I'd rather entertain disdain,

From someone who I love,

At least you know where you stand,

You'll never understand,

Keep your eyes on your own work son,

Do your homework son,

We'll never be undone,

Like a father and a son,

We'll never be undone,

I'll ask her...

Are my clothes alright?

Is my hair alright?

You can say what you want because it's what you like,

We are judged on every single thing we do,

But I could not care less (give a shit) because we are us not you,

You think you're clued up,

I think you're glued up,

You know everyone in town,

But you're never with a friend,

You know everybodys name,

You're the king of pretend.

The proofs in the pudding and the gigs,

You've not even been to Wollworths to buy your mix,

You flirt with the weather,

You're a kneeling knave,

You'll have shakesspeare spinning in his grave,

Are my clothes alright?

Is my hair alright?

You can say what you want because it's what you like,

We are judged on every single thing we do,

But I could not care less (give a shit) because we are us not you,

You think you're clued up,

I think you're glued up,

You're seen everywhere in town,

But you're always round the bend,

You know everybodys name,

You're the king of pretend.