These days
Everything you say
Seems crafted and intended
To put me on my way

(Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pop Star,
What shall we do?
You and I, we might be through.

I liked your old stuff
The queer perspective
But then you wrecked it
With the ‘us and them’ invective

(Repeat chorus)

I only saw love
When you sang about hands in gloves
But now in hind sight
You never denied it
You think the color of our skin is
reason enough for a riot

Where do I start
Mr. Pop Star?
If fame made you who you are
Did me being a fan
Play a teensy tiny part?

(Repeat chorus)

These days
If you believe what you say
Then it’s okay, Mr. Pop Star
But I’ll be on my way
And into a better day.