Put the Book Back on the Shelf

Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood out of a stone The city left you lost and gone You came to dance but there's no poignancy When they all leave you standing alone, standing alone The wider issues of the day Just pass you by, you're gonna pay For looking at the floor When people talk to you You wrote a book about yourself The people left it on the shelf You'll write another one Now, you've got a story that's worth talking about Talking about, talking about Are you happy with yourself? Are you talking to yourself? Are you happy with yourself? Put the book back on the shelf I've seen the company you keep You're on the sofa hidden deep While on the telly Sid James speaks To you like God You're always looking for a sign But boy, you blow it every time You hear a voice begin to speak You ignore it and go softly to sleep Softly to sleep, softly to sleep Are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with yourself? Are you happy with yourself? Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the shelf