The Power (Skit) - Nimmo

My back’s in pain

I’m paid in vain

Like 8.50 an hour

Standing at the counter

Giving straight girls my advice on life

I’m reminded of the power

The power, the power, the power

And I’m selling cheap a portion

Of my dignity because boredom

Well it drives my mind

To the weakest kind

Of a coyness built for the boardroom

I had dreams when I was 16

Yeah, my best friend was Morrissey

Our politics, they never alligned

A harsh breath on my warm mind

You woke each and every last fight

Carried me away in your limelight

Hands behind my head

Earnest even when dead

An ego I believed in

But your words confirmed a legacy

Inside the drunkest side of me

Sober I was over

Everything that confronted me

I disappeared then I woke up

In an England painted perfectly

In greys and blacks and blues and golds

Of a sense of humour from my story told

A blanket of romance

Was all I had to feel romantic

So I’ll stand and pick this fruit

And swallow juice

Because it’s truth

And I’m forever charming, forever ill

I’ll pamper nothing

Even when these wheels

They drive, drive, drive

They drive me through these hills

(That's the power)

They drive, drive, drive

That’s the power (Yeah)

That’s my power