Redneck

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 Ive been sacrified to entertain

I went down smiling, it felt like pain

The wind it blew me on

The wind it blew me on

Im just ice-cream

Its all rama rama

Im just space dust

Its all rama rama

Im just ice-cream

Its all rama rama

Thought I was high class

Its all rama rama

So self-important to this scheme

My tragic suffering

No more than a dream

Ive got friends in higher places

Don't you recognize my faces

Millions want my auto-photograph

Critics want to write my epitath

Ive got personal numberplates

Ive 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

Im what you want to

If I can't top this industry

My birthright feeling incomplete

I wont get sucked into this greed

Cos I sing love is all you need

Lest old acquaintance be forgot