I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name |
| But I got problems of the memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game |
| I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin' incommunicado |
| And I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street aficionados |
But I don't want to be the back-page interview |
| I don't want launderette anonymity |
| I want my hand prints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard |
| A dummy in Tussaud's you'll see |
Incommunicado, incommunicado |
I'm a Marquee veteran, a multimedia bona fide celebrity |
| I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility |
| I'm a rootin'-tootin' cowboy, the Peter Pan, the street credibility |
| Always taking the point with the dawn patrol fraternity |
Sometimes it seems like I've been here before |
| When I hear opportunity kicking in my door |
| Call it synchronicity call it deja vu |
| I just put my faith in destiny - it's the way that I choose |
But I don't want to be a tin can tied |
| To the bumper of a wedding limousine |
| Or currently residing in the where are they now file |
| A toupee on the cabaret scene |
| I want to do adverts for American Express cards |
| Talk shows on prime time TV |
| A villa in France, my own cocktail bar |
| And that's where you're gonna find me |
Incommunicado, incommunicado |
Sometimes it seems like I've been here before |
| When I hear opportunity kicking in my door |
| Call it synchronicity call it deja vu |
| I just put my faith in destiny - it's the way that I choose |
Incommunicado, incommunicado |
| It's the only way |