901

THROUGH
By
George Michael

Is that enough?
I think it's over
See, everything has changed
And all this hatred may just make me strong enough
To walk away

Well, they may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the things that I've worked for
But I've had my say, babe

So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else to blame for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you know why I'm through

Through

I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
But all this cruelty and money instead of love
People, have we no shame?

They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may take away the things that I've worked for
But you'll pull me through, babe

It's so clear to me now
I've enough of these chains
Life is there for the taking
What kind of fool would remain in this, in this cheap gilded cage
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
Oh God, I'm sorry

I think I'm through
I think I'm through
I think I, I know I
I'm through

THROUGH AT FIFTY-THREE
By
Holy Joe

I heard the hits,
But never listened;
They were elevator music:
'Freedom'; 'Last Christmas'; 'Careless Whisper';
Hum-alongs,
Nothing more.

Oh, but George, you were the headline-making hero!
Ever proud to be gay,
You had respect, but yet you blew it, you were
Too busy making hay,

Wrecking cars while
High on drugs. You numbskull! Oh,
What were you thinking of?
Hellbent on making mayhem,
Immoderate, heedless, hooked.
Inevitably, you died. Ho-hum; I was not shocked
But sad that you were through at fifty-three.

Through at fifty-three.

But then everything changed.
I saw the footage on TV,
Of him, an orchestra, his songs, his voice.
And, oh, my God, that voice!

He sang emotive songs I had not heard before,
Songs that touched my soul!
They took me somehow to a different place; making me think,
Making me change my mind.

Oh, it's so obvious now,
The guy was a poet,
A musical genius,
A kind, thoughtful man, I believe. Not the youthful, eighties diva I
Disdained; a humble,
Yet, a shyly humble man. I got him wrong.
Hey, ain't that the truth.

I've looked
Listened
I've learnt
For this...
I thank you.

902

MAGGIE MAY
By
Rod Stewart

Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt

The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age
But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax
Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover and mother
what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore
You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand
Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home one of these days

YOU CAN CALL ME MAGGIE MAY
By
Theresa May

I'm Theresa and my last name's May, I'm the new PM,
My idol, Maggie, was the Iron Lady creme de la creme,
So, Mr President, do I say, that you can call me Maggie May?
Oh, Donald you can be my Ronald Reagan any day!
You lured me across the sea, you treated me like a VIP,
You held my hand, that is when you stole my heart.

The morning sun made your coiffured hair look like ripened corn,
As you welcomed me at the doorway to the White House hall,
You asked about my trip, and you talked of our relationship,
Oh, Donald I knew we'd get along just fine!
You backed my Brexit stance, vowed that you would give NATO a chance,
You told me the things that I wanted to hear.

Angela Merkel, eat your heart out baby, I'm his Maggie May,
His leading lady and I don't mean maybe, I am number one.
So join the others, get in line, I do not want to be unkind,
But your dowdy cleavage is not cute like mine.
I look good dressed in vivid red, or even funky leather slacks instead,
Gee, I really put a twinkle in Donald's roving eye!

One thing Donald I've learned is though you're a bon vivant
You're not a buffoon, bigot, or just some guy with a huge bouffant,
Not vacuous or bumptious at all, oh you're nobody's fool,
You made me feel vivacious and loads of fun.
You were a huge surprise to me,
Not bombastic, as I thought you'd be,
I will follow you, let's go (my office or yours?)

I will follow you, let's go, my office or yours?
(cue fade)