Pop Stars' Pensions
Direct debit Elephants' Graveyard
The end of The Yellow Brick Road
Where the man from The Pru
Rings a man from the Who
To ask for his sorting code
The sensible matter of pensions
For the short-lived supremos of rock
Where you call Sun Life
Cos your second wife
Wants the giveaway radio clock
When it's time for a personal pension
And the game's moved on up the field
Should you quell your fears
Buying `added years'
To top up the main-scheme yield?
Should you take up a hobby like gardening
Bid adieu to the world of Mammon
When a gram of toot's
For a nice bit of sockeye salmon?
If you want to move into `Dungiggin'
At the end of a brilliant career
You should have enough cash
For the Rotary bash
On a 9 per cent growth rate per year.
For the keenest of fans will stop coming
And the comedown's too awful to mention
Stadium to radium
Via London Palladium
Pity the star with no pension.