The Quest for Oasis Tickets

I woke up one morning, feeling Supersonic,
Thought I’d grab some tickets, but it’s getting chronic.
“Don’t Look Back in Anger,” the lads all say,
But the website’s crashed, I’m having a bad day!

I’m sat here screaming, “What's the Story, Morning Glory?”
Refresh, refresh – it’s the same old story.
Tickets sold out in a blink, not fair,
I guess I’m just a Rock 'n' Roll Star going nowhere!

I tried the scalpers, but the price is insane,
“Mate, I’m not paying that – you’re off your brain!”
He says, “You Gotta Roll With It,” don’t be tight,
But I’m not made of money, and it don’t feel right.

I called me mate Dave, he’s always got a plan,
But even he couldn’t blag them, the cheeky Manc man.
He says, “Live Forever,” we’ll catch ‘em next tour,
But I know the score, they’ll split up once more!

So I’ll sit in the pub with a pint in hand,
Dreaming of Noel’s voice and Liam’s mad stand.
“Whatever,” I shrug, “it’s out of my class”
Guess I’ll settle for the lads and a night on the lash!

So here’s to Oasis, the Champagne Supernova kings,
I’ll sing their tunes loud – who needs the real things?
But if they reunite and I’m there in the crowd,
I’ll belt out Wonderwall, proper Manc and proud!