I Am the Greatest

One, two, three, four Whatever happened to good music? You know in the days when you could feel it? It was almost sexual Sending shivers up your spine This I believe is because songwriters were not restricted By the small music dictatorship which now exists Let's hope the future holds something better Than the present, and let's leave the past alone The music business is incapable of bringing music to the future As it sits just waiting to pounce on any third rate trend Milking it to death Once again putting money where the music is not I only wish I was born before all the great ideas were used While I struggle to working around this The most annoying thing is watching Other people succeed through stealing them I could have been a legend in my own time I could have sold a lot of records I could have enjoyed it as well I could have been a lot of things One thing I know I am and will always be I am the greatest Hey Bumped into this bloke the other day We used to know in school We didn't say hello because he had his hair slightly trimmed And I had all mine shaved off He was always a bit of a clown He used to be a hard man, but he did his homework Because he knew that one day, he'd be going places I knew I should have asked him there and then Was he happy now that he'd finally got there? He goes to bed thinking of ways to fiddle ten more pounds on his expenses Me? I go to bed thinking of all the reasons why I am the greatest We always use other people as the mirror in which we judge ourselves So, we're constantly changing to meet their expectations Maybe we've forgotten the meaning of the word individual It's as if everything we do or think is valued for its conformity Anything fresh or original is hacked down and always brought down to size You don't even think for yourself As a life that is led for you is some kind of problem We wouldn't recognize a new idea If it spat in your face and screamed out our name Who am I to talk? Who the hell do I think I am? I am the greatest Welcome to the wonderful world of show business The dark and dank place rarely lit by the harsh light of reality I look around and I see Big-mouthed rock stars with opinions on everything and answers to nothing Burnt out old men with money to burn Bandwagons full of bands with sycophantic fans with no lives of their own A place where image is king and music is a poorer relation that I can relate to I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am the greatest I am I-I-I am the greatest I-I am the greatest I am I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I am