Bacchus Up
Listening to the radio and watching the TV
What’s this modern music ever done for me
Why do I keep hearing things can only get better
It’s more like a dreaded curse with things just getting worse
And don’t knock the rock of yesteryear
just block this schlock, and make it disappear.
What’s wrong with nostalgia, what’s wrong with living in the past
Let’s future-proof this Golden Egg, we’ve got to make it last
Isn’t everybody doing it, “You Tubing” it and viewing it
I’m sure there’s money to be made before they ruin it
So let’s see who’s out there of the original cast,
I want names, I want numbers, and make it fast.
We’ve got to get the band back together again
We’ve got to get these guys back in the game
We’ve got to get the band back together again
If they can stand without a Zimmer frame
I want an APB on every VIP
I want the word from the herd, and the beat from the street
So, Google Yurri, and there are calls to be made
Has he got the balls or is he afraid?
Keep your little fingers crossed, we can get the whole damned clan
Say a prayer that no-one died, and sabotaged the plan
I want MTV, I want Netflix, and get me front page news,
I want Spotify and iTunes, I want all five star revues
So promise them anything, promise the earth
Who cares these days what a promise is worth.
We’ve got to get the band back together again
We’ve got to get these guys back in the game
We’ve got to get the band back together again
I want a second 15 minutes of fame.
Let’s give the kids, who think they’re alright
Something to write home about,
Something to witter on, to tweet on twitter on.
Something to make them scream and shout.