Cousins-Lambert
They called him Alexander wth the best band in the land
He'd topped the bill in Paris but in Venice it was banned
A pile of dusty gold discs wre among his claims to fame
There was no one over sixty who didn't know his name.
Alexander you were great, the man the critics loved to hate
You could have been as big as the Beatles or the Stones
Alexander you became the lonely housewife's favourite name
And you could have been the greatest of them all.
The gig was held in honour of his golden jubilee
He did not need the money, so he said he'd play for free
He got the band together who'd been with him through the years
They rehearsed the Alexander songs and shed nostalgic tears.
Alexander you were great, the man the critics loved to hate
You could have been as big as the Beatles or the Stones
Alexander you became the lonely housewife's favourite name
And you could have been the greatest of them all.
The crowd rose to their feet when Alexander hit the stage
His face had been rebuilt so that you could not tell his age
He played all of the old songs and the crowd sang every word
He danced like Margot Fonteyn and whistled like a bird.
Alexander you were great, the man the critics loved to hate
You could have been as big as the Beatles or the Stones
Alexander you became the lonely housewife's favourite name
And you could have been the greatest of them all.
He came on for the encore but collapsed against the stand
The crowd was hushed, the doctor came, there was panic in the band
He diagnosed a broken heart, the critics had been fed
Their reviews became obituary notices instead.
Alexander you were great, the man the critics loved to hate
You could have been as big as the Beatles or the Stones
Alexander you became the lonely housewife's favourite name
And you could have been the greatest of them all.
Alexander you became the lonely housewife's favourite name
And you could have been the greatest of them all.