Whoa to many people need a pseudonym
They cut their hair and pout like anything
Their so worried that the real them might get in
And paranoid about their skin
They usually have a fashion sense
So aware that red and green offends
Most have a pop star for a friend
Or live off what their parents send

Chorus ~
Can I
Can I be sure when I don't know
Who I'm talking to anymore
Can I
Can I be sure when I don't know
Who I'm talking to anymore

They so adamant in their belief
Their sincere their dedicated and their cheap
They maintain they've never needed to enfeoff
Or justify to their relief
But then it barely lasts an episode
From verse to verse without a palinode
Into the next issue of mode
Spectacled and pigeon toed

Chorus

With well established social prejudice
Become 2nd rate rock journalists
Never satisfy the need to outwit
And influence the modernist
Whoa too many people need a pseudonym
They cut their hair and pout like anything
So afraid the real them might get in
Concerned and always rivalling

Chorus ~ x 3