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By the time Tony Allen had put the final brushstrokes to the last of the screaming Popes, it became apparent that the actor had transgressed the fourth wall. He spent the lone days of his wilderness years replaying a vinyl 45, "I'm On My Way" by Dean Parish, over and over again. Then, one early December morning, as the needle hit the groove one last time, Tony Allen allowed himself a rare smile, for throughout it all, he held firm his conviction that abstract expressionism was the least noble form of art.How's your father? Where's Sid James?Carry on cottagingThen it's off to the shrink at Ladbroke GroveBut Dr Laing's not inSupplementary detailA sketch is as good as a planWhen everything you've ever heard ofIs the work of another manLangton's cock-a-hoopInhales on funny WoodbineBut the Artist Formerly Known AsIs having a bit of a mid-lifeAnnette Peacock tracksAnd northern soul magsHe's the man with the thousand trick-bagHe's the man who spied the MacI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm just the actor Tony AllenI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm just the actor Tony AllenSongtexteIt's a Tony Allen world, and we just live in itYeah, it's a Tony Allen world, and we live in itAnnette Peacock tracksAnd northern soul magsArt's just art but it went too far, manNow he can't get backI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm just the actor Tony AllenI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm just the actor Tony AllenIt's a Tony Allen world, and we just live in itCoastal town, bedsit landAt the turn of the centuryThe children of HawHawAre blogging out at seaOur man last seen aliveIn a retail park in the southBeside the corpse of Tony AllenA memo to himself readsI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm just the actor Tony AllenI'm not the man you think I am, KarenI'm the actor Tony AllenIt's a Tony Allen world, and we just live in it Aus Songtexte Mania