Not Ralitsa Vassileva Lyrics by Ian Anderson

Not Ralitsa Vassileva

Dinner table chattering classes -
tells us all we need to know.
Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it -
on your late, late show.
And do you think youre Ralitsa Vassileva?
Youre just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
Its a long way from here to CNN in America
and a red-eyed opinion too far.
Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Spill the beans to me.
Sinking fast in terminal boredom 
Feigned interest flying free.
And do you think youre Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
Talking monkey, breaking news junkie, tragedies to reveal.
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy, close in to touchy-feel.
Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase.
Align yourself with no proposition
and simpler thoughts embrace.
Lets talk about me. Lets talk about you.
In a world of private rooms.
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers 
sad messengers of doom.
Sadly, you cant be Ralitsa Vassileva, .....
And do you think youre Ralitsa Vassileva, .....