All these fads
It's shoulder pads


On new year's dawn
To my surprise
All the macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze


My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party


Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell lou reed from doug yule
Suppressed hate romance


It was like being back at school


My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom


Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead


Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned


Then my powers did return....

• Auto Tech Pilot
• Bournemouth Runner
• Gross Chapel - Gb Grenadiers
• Living Too Late
• Mr Pharmacist
• R. O. D.
• Riddler!
• Shoulder Pads
• Shoulder Pads #2
• Terry Waite Sez