Idol - George Michael

He was a light star

Tripping on a high wire

Bulldog stubborn

Born uneven

A classless creature

A man for all seasons

But don’t bet them

They can’t take him

To the very bottom

Because they made him

And they’ll waste him

And I don’t believe

That I want to watch them

'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear

He was an idol then

Now he’s an idol here

But his face has changed

Oh he’s not the same no more

And I have to say

That I like the way his music sounded before

He was tight-assed

Walking on broken glass

Highly prized in the wallet size

The number one crush

In a schoolgirl’s eyes

But don’t pretend

That it won’t end

In the depth of your despair

You went from lame suits

Right down to tennis shoes

To peanuts

From the lion’s share

'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear

He was an idol then

Now he’s an idol here

But his face has changed

Oh he’s not the same no more

And I have to say

That I like the way his music sounded before