W- The Weightlifter

The Weightlifter

That's one hell of an ego he's trying
To pick up there. You don't get ripples of angst
Like that, without a lot of early morning
Neurosis. Night sweats and natural talent
Combining here with alienation;
To forge a dreadful combination
Of bad skin, close-ups and mirror-bashing.

Yet despite all that, I think yes, oooh, yes
He's gonna do it, no - yes, the stress;
Oh he's done it, he's up, oh what!
Does that man need a breakfast now and hot,
Strong tea with Teletext for one lonely soul.
Now the neighbours are playing rock and roll -
The steroids are bulging out of control,
Oh bring it on home baby, just let it flow.

Date mostly written: 2002