The King of Kings Lynn is feeling tired and confused
After another night singing somebody else's blues.
Hit after hit til it's time for him to quit
And he didn't write a single one of those tunes.
But he's good. Yeah he put in the hours
And he can sound like anybody you want him to sound
But he's stuck here and he can't understand
Why no-one ever showed him how it could be when you break free.

Get out of your bedroom
Then get out of your hometown
Never get too comfortable or you're lost.

The King of Kings Lynn is more than slightly bemused
That the local punk rockers are making the news
He's seen them around and he likes them well enough,
But he never took them seriously
Until they left for the States touring real long gone.
Europe, Australia and even Hong Kong.
It shook him up. Yeah it turned him around.
He was the King of Kings Lynn now he's a face in the crowd.

He's looking out for next big nothing.
'Cos you never know.
He's got some sweet deals cooking.
'Cos you never know.

So put your hands together for the next big nothing,
Because here we are again and you thought I was bluffing.
Stop living in the past. Get up off your arse.
Let's celebrate this glorious, beautiful nothing.