Put The Book Back On The Shelf

Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true Or are you still the queen Like getting blood out of a stone The city left you all alone You came to dance, but there's no poignancy When they all leave you standing alone The wider issues of the day Don't interest you, you'll have to pay For looking at the floor When people talk to you You wrote a book about yourself The people left it on the shelf You'll write another one Now you've got a story that's worth talking about Are you happy with yourself Are you talking to yourself Are you happy with yourself Put the book back on the shelf I know the company you keep You're on the sofa hidden deep While on the telly Sid James speaks To you like God You're always looking for a sign But boy you blow it every time You hear a voice begin to speak You ignore it and go softly to sleep