Rejection #5

You remind me of someone
Cocky Aussie son of a gun
September 5th, 1939
Oh, what a glorious day to die
When everything was on the brink
Compromises make you ill
Now everything worth dreaming of
Keeps you awake at night
It’s not at all worth thinking of
You had your fun and that’s enough
You looked just like Lazenby, talked just Bruce Lee
But under the canopies you were just like me
You remind me of someone
Serenading everyone
You resort to soapy rituals
From when the world was young and fair
It’s not at all worth thinking of
You had your fun surely that’s enough
You looked just like Lazenby, talked just like Bruce Lee
But under the canopy you were just like me
You remind me of someone
Could have been a champion
Oh, could have been a many splendid things
But somehow got away
It’s not something we talk about
But even so, there’s little doubt
You look just like Lazenby, talk just like Bruce Lee
But under the canopy you were just like me
Back them like Lazenby, fight just like Bruce Lee
Forget about broccoli you were just like me