When you were young You always thought you'd be a star Even when you washed the glasses in that bar But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed Your looking through Gilmour's eyes In a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn About the every fan Who puts the coinage in your starfit And when it's done What will become of all that pride? The washed out stares Lay bare the care that cracks inside You are nothing more than you were before You're just a played out bore Having a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn You're waiting for the man To put a plaster on your starfit But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed You're looking through Garbo's eyes