Rockets (Tomas Ford cover)

No, I agree, Sir!
My live show could be better
with my production values higher.
I should have lights and rockets!
Oh, Sir!
They’d shoot behind me trailed by glitter
I’d blind crowds with my spectacular!
So perfect!
Don’t reduce me to that
I just need connection
I don’t want your fireworks in my way.
LOOK UP IN THE SKY!
LOOK BEHIND ME!
IT’S A WATERFALL OF SPARKS AND ROCKETS!
FOCUS THE SPOTLIGHT!
CUE THE GLITTER CANNON!
FORGET CONNECTION
AND THROW SOME MONEY! OH!
No, I agree, Sir!
Be my recoupable investor!
I’ll be your slave and willing debtor
for lights and rockets!
Don’t reduce me to that
I just need connection
I don’t want your fireworks in my way.
SO BRING IN THE DANCERS!
THE LUDICROUS SET PIECES!
INTRODUCE MY GUITARIST
MY KEYBOARDS AND DRUMMER!
LOOK UNDER YOUR CHAIRS!
THERE’S FREE GIFTS FOR EVERYONE!
‘CAUSE I DON’T WANT YOUR FILTHY, FILTHY MONEY!
If Sir insists on throwing money,
put the drinks onto his tab!
This party will be epic!
We’ll down slab after slab!
So go talk to the bar staff!
Tell ‘em everything is free!
Oh, they don’t usually do this,
but they’ll do it for me!
Now, look out in the carpark,
he’s bought cars for all of you!
After all his corporate bullshit
it’s the least that he could do
and when you’re all rotten drunk
and driving your new cars home
at least you’ll take more from this than just
rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom!
Rockets going kaboom.