Stephen, you're still really something
England has its only nervy
Whoa oh oh Stephen
I'll tell you something
Stephen let's bring down the curtain
You know the love god
You must change your heart
We're coming sweet stubble
Well we're nothing but trouble
Stephen you're still really something
Stephen, electric lady
Stephen, was she here my baby?
Whoa oh oh Stephen
I was once anorexic
Stephen I'm a reborn skeptic
On perks and pill purses
Of wise little Herse and as
Immature hours must tears to dispower
Stephen you're still really something
If I'm going down I'll pull you down with me
And I loved the way you sent your poetry
Would I be more attractive
If I prove that he's mine
He's still got this urge to be Valentine
Oh Stephen, turning it even
Stephen, no need for treason
Stephen, what's on the jukebox?
Stephen, you know about the fraud talk
Whoa Stephen, I thought I'd just mention
Oh Stephen, I resent your ascension
Did you take a laugh
And then hold me back
As if nothing you'd talked from
Back and it's grown from
Stephen, you're still really something
Stephen, you're still really something
And If I'm going down I'll pull you down with me
And I loved the way you sent your poetry
Would I be more attractive
If I prove that he's mine
Well I still got this urge to be Valentine
Oh Stephen, you're still really something
Oh Stephen, you're still really something
Whoa
Did you take a laugh
And then hold me back
But nothing is wasted
That I can't disclose
Stephen, you're still really something
Ooh Stephen, you're still really something
Stephen, you're still really something
Oh Stephen, you're still really something
Ooh Stephen, you're still really something
Apparently written in 1993, but not released until after Billy Mackenzie died, this is allegedly a response to "William, It Was Really Nothing." Not VERIFIED, and Stephen's not how Moz spells it, but come on, those are some pretty serious parallels. And it's gay either way.