In every town
In every market place
A statue shines
With a sad lonely face
A pretty Mr. Know-it-all
Like ancient Rome he didn't know he would fall
In every town
In every market place

Just build a memorial
Made of steel and of stone
Devote it to the sad and lonely
A shrine of burning jealousy
My shirt, my ring, my foolish smile
Make him a spitting image, lookalike
And then just give that poor fellow
And then just give that poor fellow
And then just give that poor idiot
My name!
Cause I let go
I let you go
This fool let you go