I am a knight in shining armor When the shining’s done and the armor’s hung up And tucked back in the corner of the closet. I know not why I think we will be remembered When the words are all gone, when The music’s all been played (the party was centuries ago?), And the dust is the dust’s dust now... I thought that I never wanted the fame, and I was right! They never did see my armor shine; I wore it Under my silk, which was better, and I sang myself to sleep under a sky I was familiar with, Happy to have done the deed They would have sang about if only they had known And spoiled the fantasy——
That I was no one—— No one of consequence—— Just one of those pricks Up there They call a star.
