So I'm free again this summer cos you're playing with a plumber, with his own place and a car.

I don't care, I'm gonna be a pop star.

Well he can take you for a ride and he can buy you gifts and flowers.

I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me and maybe he can go for hours and hours.

But I wonder where you and him might be when you see me on the cover of the NME.

After sell-out tours and a string of hits And I'm snorting cocaine off a supermodel's tits.

My life is going my way.

I saw you in the pub today.

And you look so ugly now.

Since you turned into a shallow disco cow.

You're no longer my gilded shackle.

So I don't have to listen to your hideous cackle.

I couldn't give a toss what you do.

And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you?