Fantasy - Remastered Version

He thought he was drunk as can be
 New white skinny rebel was he
 Because he knew what mattered
 It's all in a clatter of the bands he'd seen
 Now, his words of wisdom would shock
 Whether he meant them or not
 He'd save the world, all the boys and the girls
 But another single's all he'd be
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 He thought he was cool with his tunes
 He practiced the knack in his room
 And in the evenings, he'd DJ with the slider at plus eight
 Believing at his feet we swoon
 Now he's always there in the queue
 While down on the dance floor it's you
 And when he starts playing, he's up there playing
 You don't notice that they're not his tunes
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
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 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 He thought he could measure the world
 Because he loved the flag when unfurled
 First he's a lawyer, excellent debater
 You should have heard the mud he hurled
 Now you've seen his face on TV
 Leading parliamentary
 When he makes decisions that meet your derision
 He reminds us all that we're free
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy
 That's sad, that's right
 Another night of someone else's fantasy, fantasy