There, There, My Dear Dexys

Dear Robin
Hope you don't mind me writing
It's just there's more than one thing I need to ask you
Yes, yes, yes, yes
You're so anti-fashion, so wear flares
Instead of dressing down all the same

It's just that looking like that I can express my dissat
Robin let me explain
Though you'd never see in a million years
Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir
Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie
And I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra

Dear Robin
You're always so happy, how the hell?
You're like a dumb dumb patriot
Yes, yes, yes, yes
You're supposed to be so angry, why not fight?
Let me benefit from your right

Don't you know the only way to change things is to shoot men who arrange things?
Dear Robin I'd try and explain
But you'd never see in a million years
Well, you've made your rules, but we don't know that game
Robin, I'd listen to your records but your logic's far too lame
And I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincerity