You must be blind, you’re blind, you’re blind Or maybe I’m unkind, unkind, unkind You’re the rich boy from my town, my town, my town But that can’t win me round, me ‘round, me ‘round Oh, you and all your people You think I like you ‘cause you bought me a drink But I’m just short of cash and able to wink Excuse me, Mr. C Who you tryna kid? I’ll take the drink, but if you think You’re coming home with me Who you tryna kid? Oh you’re so vain (I can’t believe it) When you’re under the lights, the lights, you’re alright But conversation’s dry, you’re dry, you’re dry Just trying to boast about your parents’ house in the south of france And I’m laughing at the way you dance You’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone Oh, you and all your people I’ve come to conclusion you’re quite fit But I’m under no illusion you’re a dick I, I never meant to hurt or make you cry Your mum’s outside, she’s waiting for you in her new I’m sure she’ll dry those eyes Excuse me, Mr. C (excuse me, Mr C) Excuse me, Mr. C (one more champagne please) Excuse me, Mr. C (and a strawberry daiquiri) Excuse me, Mr. C