Lest old acquaintance be forgot
I lost your number in the rush
Our friendship suffered with my success
The wind it blew me on
Now Iâve been sacrified to entertain
I went down smiling, it felt like pain
The wind it blew me on
The wind it blew me on
Iâm just ice-cream
Itâs all rama rama
Iâm just space dust
Itâs all rama rama
Iâm just ice-cream
Itâs all rama rama
Thought I was high class
Itâs all rama rama
So self-important to this scheme
My tragic suffering
No more than a dream
Iâve got friends in higher places
Donât you recognize my faces
Millions want my auto-photograph
Critics want to write my epitath
Iâve got personal numberplates
Iâve got more money than Bill Gates
Run it, run it, run it back up to me
Life my life on TV
Run it, run it, run it back up to me
Iâm what you want to
If I canât top this industry
My birthright feeling incomplete
I wonât get sucked into this greed
Cos I sing love is all you need
Lest old acquaintance be forgot