Lyrics Pete Townshend – Meher Baba M3

Crowd:
We demand a universal Grid! We demand a universal Grid!
We demand a universal Grid! We demand a universal Grid!

Ray:

I’ve been completely degraded by chasing publicity. Degraded! Yeah, I’ll never go back.
I know too much, I know how it’s done. I can’t discover it all over again, make it seem new.

Rastus:
You’re great, Ray. You know that, man. Here, hold up. This is the place.

Ray:
What? Can’t go in here. That bloody cow Ruth Streeting uses this club. She hates my guts.

Rastus:
It’s her job to hate your guts; she’s a journalist. It’s nothing personal.
Oh sod it, I forgot, of course she won’t be here. She’s in the States.
Oh c’mon, well let’s go in anyway. We’ve got to get back in the mainstream sometime. Come on, you own shares in the place.

Ray:
That cow wrote that I’m ugly.

Rastus:
Well, you are ugly.

Ray:
I’m not.

Rastus:
Yes, you are.

Ray:
No, I’m not!

Rastus:
Well, you are, actually.

Ray:
Oh bollocks. Oh, let’s go in.