I don’t follow your every gig,
And I only wrote one…two letters,
I haven’t much memorabilia,
And I’m not an autograph hunter
But I’ve read a bit about you and followed your careers
And I know all the words and sing them loud and clear.
I have al your albums bar one,
And listen on a regular basis,
If I meet someone who’s heard of you,
I have to stop getting too precious,
I sleep in your t shirt from the Brixton Academy,
I realise this is alarmingly syrupy,
But I don’t give a damn, and this makes me a sad fan.
I read every article I can find,
Sometimes I get word from my friends,
I prefer to go alone to see you play,
And I would dearly love to meet you one day,
I try to act cool and dignified,
Although I am a fluffy mess inside,
Worrying as it may seem I look like and sound like a sad fan.
I have been known to visit your website,
And check out your archives and links,
When your on Later with Jools ,
I get home early to catch a glimpse,
My ambition is to be a bit more like you,
And I have taken a practical view,
unashamed , unembarrassed as I am, I am a great big sad fan.