Songtext von Fools In Fashion

He's so sophisticated In a critic's eye He needs a change of habit But then so do I He's all Zefferelli In cool loose clothes He needs to be rewired He's plugged on overload So crisp and new Well it had to be I guess he needs a change From the likes of me If he should lose some color When he leaves the sun I'm sure a little Braggi Wouldn't hurt no one 'Cause when the fool's in fashion He's attracting everyone He'll be the head of your list He'll be your dinner guest If he's the center of attention Looks like the fool's in fashion You had your pound of flesh You got the driver's seat Well you can keep the car But I'd like the meat 'Cause there must be plenty Down in the cutting room It's so tough to suffer When you want the moon