Lyrics:

All these fads
It's shoulder pads

On New Year's Dawn, to my surprise
All the McCullochs stayed at home
Picking antiques and clothes-es
Cosy flecked with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze

My powers against them, half useless
My senses allied half party

Was embarrassed, but stuck with them
Walked at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate ferments
It was like being back at school

My powers before them resound
My powers languish in time, doom

Went populist, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dimwit lecture, half read
Kissing black singers ten years dead

Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return