Put your dukes up John,

Yeah, put your dukes up John,

You were preened and sanitised,

Struck dumb by good advice.

Your integrity was bruised,

Your celebrity a ruse,

They pulled the rug from under,

Made way for new pretenders.

Change your tune and change your hair

Or you’re not going anywhere

Change your tune and change your hair

Or you’re not going anywhere

Be a C-Y-N-I-C(2x)

The profit margin blinds them,

They groomed and ostracised him,

His calm makes my blood boil,

His calm makes my blood boil,

Change your tune and change your hair

Or you’re not going anywhere

Change your tune and change your hair

Or you’re not going anywhere

Be a C-Y-N-I-C(2x)