Glory Days

Oh my face is unappealing
And my thoughts are unoriginal
I did experiments with substances
But all it did was make me ill
And I used to do the I Ching
But then I had to feed the meter
Now I can’t see into the future
But at least I can use the heater

Oh and I could be a genius
If I just put my mind to it
And I, I could do anything
If only I could get round to it
Oh we were brought up on the Space Race
Now they expect you to clean toilets
When you’ve seen how big the world is
How can you make do with this?

Jarvis Cocker, Glory Days, 1998