Well.. TS Elliot tuned the radio
Couldn't get rid of the static
Serves him right for being so enigmatic
TS Elliot crashed his motor car
Snapped a clutch cable
I bet you my youngest daughter
Could drink him under the table
TS Elliot, TS Elliot, TS Elliot, TS Elliot
Oh Thomas
Well... TS Elliot lost his wallet
When he went into town
Serves him right for hanging out
With the likes of Ezra Pound
TS Elliot thinks he's famous because he's a genius
But don't you know I'm ambivalent
About the modernist achievement
TS Elliot, TS Elliot, TS Elliot, TS Elliot
Wooaah
TS Elliot
Hey girls, there ain't no maybe
TS Elliot
Well I'm your favourite teacher, baby
TS Elliot
He's only a poet
TS Elliot
Well I'm your man and don't you know it, baby, yeah
Ugh!
Huh!
Aaghh!
We've come to tell you a something tonight, Mr.Elliot
We've come to tell you something...
Do anything you like, Mr.Elliot
Say all the loves, all the lights and Juliets tomb
Or you can roll the universe into a ball
Good night, ladies, good night
Do anything you like, Mr.Elliot
Become the greatest Anglo-American poet since the war
Mr.Elliot
You can be quoted in Heart of Darkness, Mr.Elliot
But there is one thing I warn you
There's one thing you should never do
Don't you ever step on my... blue... suede...
Shoes