Be-ah bickey ba bo-bo-bo
  I got a gal that I love so
  
  Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
  I’m a dedicated follower of my own success
  I can handle the glamour, I can cope with the stress
  Deal with the doughnuts and please all the rest
  I’m polite to the punters and sweet to the press
  
  I just won a trophy from a radio station
  I’m leaving my bat and my balls to the nation
  
  I’ve got megalomania I’ve got megalomania
  To be a twinkle in the show-biz dream
  To which effect I could canive and scheme
  I dive into the dairy and I lap up all the cream
  I’m up to the armpits in self-esteem
  
  Stiff me quietly up the charts
  Then I can go public with my private parts
  
  And here is me, oh look at me
  Just another pathetic pop star
  I love you Greta, what else is there?
  Won’t you please accept my hand
  
  Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
  Megalomania, megalomania
  Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
  Megalomania, megalomania
  Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur
  Megalomania, megalomania
  Delusions of grandeur, delusions of grandeur