I can see Phil Collins’ thinning hair tonight, oh Lord
His bald pate gleaming in the glow of - a sole spot light, oh Lord
Can you see it combing over to the right, oh Lord,
Oh Lord

Well, when you told me you were going
To see that old man’s band
I’ve seen Genesis before, my friend
But now they’ve gone so mainstream and bland
Well, I was there and I saw what they did
Saw a prog group’s pop demise
So keep your extra ticket, I don’t think it’s cricket,
I’m not going to see those guys

I can see Phil Collins’ thinning hair tonight, oh Lord
His bald pate gleaming in the glow of - a sole spot light, oh Lord
Can you see it combing over to the right, oh Lord
His shiny pate gleams in the glow of - a sole spot light, oh Lord,
Oh Lord

Well, I remember, I remember don’t worry
How could I ever forget, the first time, the last time, they played prog rock
But then, they kissed prog rock goodbye, tempted by pop stardom
No more Firth of Fifth
I watched a Jedi’s sad slide — to the pop rock dark side –
Now he’s the Pop Lord of the Sith

[BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BU-BU-BUM]

I can see Phil Collins’ thinning hair tonight, oh Lord
His bald pate gleaming in the glow of - a sole spot light, oh Lord
Can you see it combing over to the right, oh Lord
His shiny pate gleams in the glow of - a sole spot light, oh Lord

[repeat, fade, and go record some Disney soundtracks, you pop sellout bastard]