...This Town... - Elvis Costello

That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano

Like he was pawing a dirty book

He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his

Very best little boy look

It was a song with a topical verse which I’m

Afraid he then proceeded to sing

Something about the moody doomed love of

The Fish-Finger King

You’re nobody in this town

You’re nobody in this crowd

You’re nobody till everybody in this town

Thinks you’re poison

Got your number knows it must be avoided

You’re nobody till everybody in this town

Thinks you’re a bastard

Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row

Although he swears that he’s the salt of the earth

He’s so proud of the «kick-me-hard» sign that

They hung on his back at birth

He said «I appreciate beauty, if I have one, then

It’s my fault»

«Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in

My vault»

The girl with the eternity rock went down on

Her bookie to buy some stock

Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say

«The corporation thief is The New Jesse James»

Her clothes and her attention were scant, her

Eyes were everywhere

Her eyes were like absinthe

The little green figures that dance on his screen

Say everything you want to hear and nothing

They mean

They made love while she was changing her dress

She wiped him off she wiped him out and then

She made him confess

A little amused by the belief in her power

You must remember this it was the fetish of

The hour