Hello Mark Remember me
Dec 4, 2006 14:15:44 GMT 10
Post by irishscorpio on Dec 4, 2006 14:15:44 GMT 10
Okay as a crazy Robbie Williams fan and after watching his Leeds concert on telly ages ago, I recalled a poem he read out. Which I have been trying to find for ages. I thought it was brilliant and thought I'd write one as an 'ode' to Mark Holden, for when D's enjoying the fruits of his labours years to come
The original goes like this:
Hello Sir
by Robbie Williams
Hello Sir, remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
The lad called thingy for six whole years
Yeah that's right my name's Bob
The one who landed the popstar's job
The one who you told look don't touch
The kid who wouldn't amount to much
Well I am here and you're still there
With your fake sports car, receding hair
With your dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman who teaches art
Married to the life, married to the school
I want to sing and dance, Sir, now who's the fool
Sing and dance you thought was barmy
Settle down thingy join the army
And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'd have to miss
Sir is God he's been given the right
To structure lives overnight
Now I know life's true path
Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh
No not me I'm a mega civilian
I won't lead my life riding pillion
Well, thanks for the advice
and I'm sure it'll do
For the negative di****s just like you
As for now I've a different weapon
Stage and screen is about to beckon
And here I sit in first class
B******s Sir
Kiss my ass
Hello Mark.
Hello Mark, remember me?
I’m the lad you called butt ugly
The Bog Irish whose mug was too ugly for telly
Well now it’s my songs putting food in your belly.
The one whose dancing and singing made you laugh
On your own advice too, now isn’t that naff?
A husband and father too old for success
But I guess my maturity just shows up my class.
Now I’m the one whose star is rising
On my talent and music I’m not compromising.
You see Mark, I come from the land of Saints and scholars
And on fools like you, we wouldn’t be bothered.
The Australian public and fans weren’t idle
That’s why they made me: the Australian Idol.
The lad Kyle called Tic Tac Teeth
Remember me: I’m Damien Leith.
The original goes like this:
Hello Sir
by Robbie Williams
Hello Sir, remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
The lad called thingy for six whole years
Yeah that's right my name's Bob
The one who landed the popstar's job
The one who you told look don't touch
The kid who wouldn't amount to much
Well I am here and you're still there
With your fake sports car, receding hair
With your dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman who teaches art
Married to the life, married to the school
I want to sing and dance, Sir, now who's the fool
Sing and dance you thought was barmy
Settle down thingy join the army
And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'd have to miss
Sir is God he's been given the right
To structure lives overnight
Now I know life's true path
Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh
No not me I'm a mega civilian
I won't lead my life riding pillion
Well, thanks for the advice
and I'm sure it'll do
For the negative di****s just like you
As for now I've a different weapon
Stage and screen is about to beckon
And here I sit in first class
B******s Sir
Kiss my ass
Hello Mark.
Hello Mark, remember me?
I’m the lad you called butt ugly
The Bog Irish whose mug was too ugly for telly
Well now it’s my songs putting food in your belly.
The one whose dancing and singing made you laugh
On your own advice too, now isn’t that naff?
A husband and father too old for success
But I guess my maturity just shows up my class.
Now I’m the one whose star is rising
On my talent and music I’m not compromising.
You see Mark, I come from the land of Saints and scholars
And on fools like you, we wouldn’t be bothered.
The Australian public and fans weren’t idle
That’s why they made me: the Australian Idol.
The lad Kyle called Tic Tac Teeth
Remember me: I’m Damien Leith.