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