I was reading Othello when Elvis Costello
Found his way into my conscientiousness
I was a Cathoic boy with tastes to match
Nothing more and nothing less
Though Difford and Tilbrook’s songs all had some great hooks
Well London was another world
I needed attainable Gods
Cos I could never talk to girls
Lazy days filled with longing to be cool
And the kind of poetry you dont get to read in school
I was waiting for the Crucial Three
To coma along and rescue me
And if they could take one more
We could be the Crucial Four
I broke uo the school band and hung out in Kirklands
In my Oxfam overcoat
Black polo neck with Ray-Bans
And Jean-Paul Sartre quotes
Too young for new wave and too old for new pop
I was stranded in between
Chasing monochrome rainbows
And clinging to to a dream
If Henry sees how many chords I’ve got
Maybe I could hook up with the Yachts
I was waiting for the Crucial Three
To lend me credibility
I might not have yet arrived
But I’ve come a long way since The Osmonds Live
The Bunnymen could have a couple of flops
Wah! could be banned from Top of the Pops
The Teardrops might not always be together
But I’m gonna love this scene forever
Waiting for the Crucial Three
To come along and rescue me
And if we could take one more
We could be the Crucial four
Waiting for the Crucial Three
To numb my sensibilities
And if I can kick the glue,
I could be semi-crucial too
I could be semi-crucial too
Waiting for the Crucial Three
Waiting for the Crucial Three
