Paul Weller

Paul Weller is the king

He makes me want to sing

King of soul, of rock 'n' roll

Sing an ode to Stanley Road

And you jump and you jam

Like nobody else can

Father of mod, council of style

Your music's always worth the while

And how you sing everything

And you jam on that guitar

You're a real star

And real stars are rare

And your face and your hair

How you age like chardonnay

Play, Weller, play