Pop Noodle

Pop Noodle
(Difford/Hewerdine)

I crossed the Rubicon from prog to pop
I felt the stack heels and the pressure drop
I lost the groupies and patchouli oil
Unplugged my organ from this mortal coil
And my hair fell on the barber’s floor
The double denim in the bottom drawer
I lost the hair of the poodle
And dabbled in a little pop noodle

Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle

I hid the LPs from Crimson and Yes
I was the punk with the hairs on my chest
I was confused and could swing each way
From David Essex to David Van Day
And the girls I had would worship me
They thought I sang in a sacred key
I was bluffing if I was truthful
Until I boiled up a little pop noodle

Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle

My Niagaras got to breathe again
I hung up my bell bottom jeans
Danced on the stage like a petulant child
As I banged on my green tambourine
And the girls I had would worship me
They thought I sang in a sacred key
I was bluffing if I was truthful
Until I boiled up a little pop noodle

Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle
Pop, pop, pop noodle