Singer's Hampstead Home

Got a heart shaped swimming pool

Broken heart and a swimming pool

Big house and a running joke

Big joke everybody can come and see

Pop songs and happy ends

You know they’re dead but you still pretend

The Planet Earth’s on the telephone

Say goodbye, say he won't be home, not ever

And the reign

Of the vain

Is a pain

Singer’s Hampstead home

Waiting for the blows to fall

They don’t hurt at all

Singer’s Hampstead home

Snoopers underneath the bed

Void in singer's head

He’s crawling home to his golden bath

Drags his face on the gravel path

He only had blank lines to say

But he said them in a witty and stylish way

And the reign

Of the vain

Is a pain

Singer’s Hampstead home

Waiting for the blows to fall

They don’t hurt at all

Singer’s Hampstead home

Snoopers underneath the bed

Void in singer's head

Singer’s Hampstead home

Going down the gospel road

With all the old frauds and bores

Singer’s Hampstead home

They will never have their fill

Of sliding down their sacred hill

And the strain

On the lame

Such a shame