Bob Geldof called his mate at MTV.

"I want us to record a super hit,

a song they can identify with me,

'cause lately, my career is in the shit!

"My concerts for the poor are now old hat,

the kids don't know how huge I was back then,

and sure I'm wrinkled, old and rather fat,

but I can be a superstar again.

"The Boomtown Rats have all succumbed to age,

I'll need to do it solo - that's okay,

I carried them each time we hit the stage,

those buggers weren't musicians anyway!

"I wrote a song I think will turn to gold,

it's all about a guy who won't let go,

he tries to make a comeback, but he's old,

and hates his friends who try to tell him so.

"He lives on memories of yesterday,

and falls right through the generation gap,

he doesn't realize that he can't play,

and every record that he makes is crap."

"I like the story, Bob, it's rather sweet,

it ought to sell quite well, a number one,

I'll use that kid from 42nd Street,

you know that he gets fan mail by the ton."

"But I was going to sing it - what's the go?"

"I'm sorry mate, I'd like to help, I would,

your name means very little now, you know,

and frankly son - you never were much good!"

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