You're suitably at one with your body You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance
But you keep asking the question
You're not supposed to mention.
When will I see my picture in the paper?
Will I be famous? You keep asking me
You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion You've suffered for your art with the iogging in the park
You know you should go far! But you keep asking the question
You're not supposed to mention.
I can't tell you when you'll see your name up in lights. Will I be famous? You keep asking me
You won't suffer in silence You know that I've noticed
You'd like to be a legend
I can't answer your question
And you're impossible in patience