All the weirdos were there at the concert
Of the great mind reader from Dublin
Half and hour before we invaded the subway
I was forced to go, you were elated
And to all the fans of John Boy it was all the same
Be it eight or eighty
You all were singing his songs in front of the stadium
And were obsessed with getting to the front rows
You described John Boy as being boreal,
Somewhat ambiguous and having a gray childhood
To be honest, I hated him to death
The lights got dim
"Which will be their first song?"
It was all the same to you
"He'll got it right" you said
I was there in that hell of yours
How is it possible?
It's impossible, no, it's a mystery
Who wouldn't want to have his powers?
Is it possible to get to know you better?
I won't succeed at knowing more about you
Because I'm not a fan, I'm not another fan of John Boy
I hate John Boy, you will hate John Boy
Among the crowd he was a big insect
"He's got powers" you said
It seems to me like he's been running away half his life
Maybe he's got the same problem I do
He expanded his global broadcast
From Lima to Reykjavik
Even so, he couldn't reach
Those who were near him
A universal gaze
With a personal range
He finally hypnotized me
With his lethal verse
I was there in that hell of his
How is it possible?
It's impossible, no, it's a mystery
Who wouldn't want to have his powers?
Is it possible to get to know you better?
I won't succeed, I will never know
Because I don't have his powers
Because I don't have his powers
And now I am, and now I, I am
And now I am another fan of John Boy
And now I am, and now I, I am
And now I am another fan of John Boy