goodbye robson green
although i never liked you at all
you had a face that loved it's self
but it made my skin crawl
i've trawled throughout your back work
and i've withered with the strain
like a hamster on a treadmill
your doin' in my brain

and it seems to me
you sang your songs
like a geordie full of wind
never knowing what the key was
till jerome came in
i would have liked to kick you
like the others did
the geordie burnt out long before
the talented mr flynn

rocket man was tough
the same old role you always play
simon cowells new superstar
your whine was the price we paid
even though we tired
oh that dress still haunted you
the sunday papers laughed and said
that robbie green
was bound and crude

and it seems to me
you sang your songs
like a geordie full of wind
never knowing what the key was
till jerome came in
i would have liked to kick you
like the others did
the geordie burnt out long before
the talented mr flynn

goodbye robson green
from an old fan that you never used to know
who sees you as something no more hysterical
more than just sour
marry flynn and go