Sebastian you're in a mess
You had a dream, they called you king of all the hipsters,
is it true or are you still the queen?
Like getting blood out of a stone
The city left you lost and gone
You came to dance, but there's no poignancy when they all leave you
standing alone
standing alone
The wider issues of the day
just pass you by, you're gonna pay
for looking at the floor when people talk to you.
You wrote a book about yourself
The people left it on the shelf
You'll write another one
Now you've got a story that's worth talking about.
talking about
talking about
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you talking to yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Put the book back on the shelf
I've seen the company you keep
You're on the sofa hidden deep
While on the telly Sid James speaks you like God
You're always looking for a sign
But boy you blow it every time
You hear a voice begin to speak
You ignore it and go softly to sleep
softly to sleep
softly to sleep
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?