No, I agree, Sir,
My live show could be better,
With my production values higher,
I should have lights and rockets!

Oh, Sir,
They’d shoot behind me trailed by glitter,
I’d blind crowds with my spectacular
So perfect!

But don’t reduce me to that,
I just need connection,
I don’t want your fireworks in my way!

Look up in the sky!
Look behind me!
It’s a waterfall of sparks and rockets,
Focus the spotlight,
Cue the glitter cannon,
Forget connection
And throw some money

Oh!

No, I agree, Sir,
Be my recoupable investor,
I’ll be your slave and willing debtor
For lights and rockets!

Don’t reduce me to that,
I just need connection,
I don’t want your fireworks in my way!

So bring in the dancers,
The ludicrous set pieces,
Introduce my guitarist,
My keyboards and drummer

Look under your chairs,
There’s free gifts for everyone,
Cause I don’t want your filthy, filthy money!
If sir insists on throwing money,
Put the drinks onto his tab!
This party will be epic!

We’ll down slab after slab!
So go talk to the bar staff!
Tell them everything is free!
Oh, they don’t usually do this,
But they’ll do it for me!

Now, look out in the car park,
He’s bought cars for all of you!
After all his corporate bullshit
It’s the least that he could do,
And when you’re all rotten drunk
And driving your new cars home,
At least you’ll take more from this than just

Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!