Hi,

As it's the last EVER episode of TOP OF THE POPS on Sunday (which quite frankly is a crime!) I am posting up one of my favourite poems from last year's POETIQUETTE collection.

LONG LIVE TOP OF THE POPS!!

Paul xx


I WANT THEM TO SEE ME...
(ON TOP OF THE POPS)


No, they never thought I’d do it…
They considered me a waste…
They all dismissed my talent –
But they did so now, in haste…
Now they feel stupid that they dissed me -
Now they want to make amends…
Yes, they want to tell their neighbours -
That we’re really good friends!
Now, they say they really missed me…
Well, they’re talking total tripe!
They don’t even like my music…
No, they’ve just fallen for the hype!

Still, I want them to see me…
I want them to know…
That I’m high in the charts…
On their telly, “Hello?!”
I want them to stare at me…
See my face on the sleeve…
I want them to gape at me –
Yeah – ‘til they really believe…

They thought I was nothing…
One of life’s funny flops…
So, now I want them to see me…
On Top Of The Pops…

No, they didn’t think I’d make it…
Laughed at me until were hoarse…
Yes, they thought that shelf stacking –
Was my only Tour-de-force…
Hell! They never thought I’d do it…
Up there, with the starry few!
The only line-up I was fit for -
Was the unemployment queue…
They took bets that I would lose it…
Be the first to flounder - drown…
But now my face is on a billboard -
And it’s all over town!!

Well, I want them to see me…
Yes, I want them to sigh…
I may well be polite…
Nod my head and say “Hi…”
I want them to notice me…
There on Parkinson’s lap…
Dressed only in tinsel –
And my usual slap!

Yes, they thought I was nothing…
One of life’s foolish fops…
Come on – let them see me…
There on Top Of The Pops…

Oh, they love to claim we made it…
And say their help was quite a plus…
That we only made the big time…
Because of all they did for us…
What about when things were crappy?
And we were sliding with despair…
When we couldn’t sell a ticket…
Guess what… They weren’t there!
No – they only want to know us…
Now our luck has changed for good!
They expect us to be welcoming…
Like there was hope we ever would!

How, I love when they see me…
Yes, it’s true I confess…
Know they wish they were me…
Simmer jealously, “Bless!”
I want them to dress like me…
Whilst adoration grows strong!
I want them to see me –
Before it starts to go wrong!

Want them to know I was something…
Before EVERYTHING stops…
Be quite sure they’ve all seen me…
On Top Of The Pops…


Oh yes, I want them to see me on Top of the Pops…

I really want them to see me on Top of the Pops…

But what if they’re shocked and each foolish heart stops?

Can’t say that I care…
AS LONG AS THEY SEE ME ON TOP OF THE POPS!!!!!