you remind me of someone cocky aussie son of a gun september 5th 1939 oh what a glorious day to die when everything was on the brink compromises make you ill now everything worth dreaming of keeps you awake at night it s not at all worth thinking of you had your fun and that s enough you looked just like lazenby talked just bruce lee but under the canopies you were just like me you remind me of someone serenading everyone you resort to soapy rituals from when the world was young and fair it s not at all worth thinking of you had your fun surely that s enough you looked just like lazenby talked just like bruce lee but under the canopy you were just like me you remind me of someone could have been a champion oh could have been a many splendid things but somehow got away it s not something we talk about but even so there s little doubt you look just like lazenby talk just like bruce lee but under the canopy you were just like me back them like lazenby fight just like bruce lee forget about broccoli you were just like me