Shoulder Pads - The Fall

All these fads

It’s shoulder pads

On New Year’s Dawn

To my surprise

All the Macca lads stayed at home

Picking antiques

Encloses

Cosy fleck with green bits

Main undercurrent, white spermatoze

My powers

Against them, half-useless

My senses

Alive have 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 romance

It was like being back at school

My powers before them resound

My powers heard language, two-time doom

Win populace, 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

Dim-wit lecture, half read

Cursing black singers ten years dead

Was a clown in victim hat

Was shouldered and spurned

Then my powers did return…