Get A Life

My son is rich, I watched him come out, clutching notes,
don't like to over praise your own but he gets my votes,
perhaps he is the way I would have liked to really be,
but in hindsight, maybe I'll just settle for my own mystery.

We both worked in Africa, managed to leave home town,
get out of there, diversify, check out what's going down;
his son is called Ziggy, memories of Bowie and stardust,
some born up the road from me, Le Bon, stardom or bust.

I'll be a rock singer next time, not with a curtailed span,
miss the drugs, play the field, I don't mind a permatan,
eating out of the palm of your hand, power to the people,
don't pretend - anyone would like things to be wonderful.

Of course, contentment, peace of mind, he makes me smile,
be in my group, we shall rock you, rock you, all of the while.