In the week Babylon Zoo went ballistic with "Spaceman"...
ROGUE JEANS... Or Babylon Who?
A space-babe in her bra and jeans
Appears to earthlings on their screens
With eyes like blue electric coals
And fights the soundtrack for their souls.
The song and girl, as sales will vouch
Persuade Potato on his couch
That if he wants another fix
He'll buy that disc - with sped-up mix
The lurid screen and arty noise
Endears the ad to girls and boys
For what they know and what it means
Is sex sells ads sell discs sell jeans
The callow anthem's chartwards lurch
Then knocks George Michael from his perch
As Virgin's team look on and groan
With plans gone wrong and budget blown
Then Dad says, "Wot?" And Mum says, "Who?"
While Gran says, "Sounds like Fablon Sue."
But Style-Guru stokes his chin
"If Britpop's out, this might be in."
Which isn't worth a hill of beans
For what we know and what it means
Despite the music magazines
Is sex sells ads sell discs sell jeans.
Martin Newell's third volume of poetry, The Illegible Bachelor,
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