Text: Proclaimers. In Recognition.

In recognition of a hundred million album sales
In recognition of your popularity
You take your gaudy prize
From people you said you despise
You wear your self-respect upon your bended knee

In spite of all your claims
It looks like you?re just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name

In recognition of your service to the working class
In recognition of your party loyalty
You get an ermine robe
And you declare when you are probed
You only took it so the missus would be pleased

In spite of all your claims
It looks like you?re just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their names

Oh vanity
It gets them one by one
Cat, religion, monarchy
But only in tale, fairly frail

In recognition of your bravery up on the stage
In recognition of your bankability
You get to wait in lines
With soldiers crippled by land mines
And you think it?s the Yanks that don?t get irony

In spite of all your claims
It looks like you?re just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name

In spite of all your claims
It looks like you?re just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name

Their name
Their name
Their name