I live in a simple house on top of the hill The paint on the woodwork has already faded No one is hearing my cries, I keep myself still It has been a long time when someone invaded
I let the seawind blow my gloomy thoughts away After all my disillusions I closed my door I hide my desolate tears in a rainy day Because no one I knew comes along anymore
I need this, I need that I need a lot, I need some I have sus, I have so I need yes, I need no I have to grind, grind, grind I have my heart attack to find
Grandpa is a jack of all trades A baseball player with an awesome stroke He is helping his grandson with his grades A jolly man and always in for a cracking joke
Grandson is studious and very curious He wants to know all grandpa knows Doesn’t matter if it’s fact or mysterious He wants to know the cons and pros
They are like hand and glove And are the best of friends Between them there is only love A deep friendship that never ends
My grandmother relayed me a message She’s been resting in heaven for a while Lately it became awfully boring They were in desperate need for a smile
Most residents were sleepy and dozing There was nothing to do, they’ve seen it all No stimulation, no fun anymore They needed to have a masquerade ball
Then last week suddenly everything changed David Bowie came singing swift around Putting the biggest smile on our faces With his ever-changing heroic sound
We like to see him as the conductor Of a fascinating glam rocky band He orchestrated his album black star A swansong of a shocking end he planned
Shortly he was followed by an actor With an ultimate two-faced devious mind Alan Rickman brought us true mystery Of an insightful incantations kind
We see him as headmaster of heaven To teach us how to ensnare the senses At the same time how to bewitch the mind To bottle fame and wand-wave defences
And then our Rene Angelil followed He took control of heaven right away Because managing is in his genes He’s always tidying all disarray
He took us swift to the bingo table And let us choose a mesmerizing song So David could be angelic singing And headmaster Alan would play along
So now at length it’s fun time in heaven We keep our coloured translucent wings furled For the bottled fame, the high-roller stakes And for the man who could have sold the world