Have optimism, Steve says
It's the new shrine of the iPod religion
Men that come in
To an HMV midnight queue to bear witness to the second coming
But wait a second, come in, seventh time now
Money's burning; I must be in heaven by now
And see my baggy trousers, but not madness
This is Spartan simplicity
My pair of sandals isn't smarter
Replacing my shrine every year
Thou shalt always be in vogue
But forgive I'm a weirdo
I reject this faith, a blasphemous act
Making half my friends have a bloody asthma attack
Yeah, ‘screw you', I'll turn hipster and listen
On my Walkman tape player to Van Morrison
And see my baggy trousers
But not madness
This is Spartan simplicity
My pair of sandals isn't smarter