Put a boy up on the screen
Hear them snicker, laugh out loud
The track we're on will lead him back
It's nothing much, no more than that
Catchphrase living out its days
In sewers with some urban tales
Plastered on each tabloid page
Can't get past the lines he failed
Keep this man up on the screen
Nostalgic thoughts that won't ring true
Contend his future self as dead
While not in peace for what he said
Now some things, oh some things
You'll never get them back
You can never get them back
Now follow the laugh track
It's nothing more than that