Julian Petrocles Proctor-Jones

Julian Petrocles Proctor-Jones, Has 'Spend spend spend' ingrained in his bones. His cheeks are tanned and his hair, streaked-blond, Off like a fish in a goldfish pond, He rattles around consumer-hopping Where the cash-till's jaw is a yob pill-popping. Between his ears there's a row of stalls And the light of a thousand shopping malls He never wears clothes for more than a week His pants are Gucci, his earrings, chic His brain is soft but his cred's fantastic The God who feeds him is store-card plastic. He's a football star and his balls are high His one delight is to buy, buy, buy Julian Petrocles Proctor-Jones Has flooded the market with yuppy clones. They don't read books and they don't need fables They open their jackets and study the labels!