Shoulder Pads #1b

All these fads
 It's shoulder pads
 On new year's dawn
 To my surprise
 All the macca lads stayed at home
 Picking antiques
 Encloses
 Cosy fleck with green bits
 Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
 My powers
 Against them, half-useless
 My senses
 Alive have party
 Was embarrassed but stuck with them
 Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
 They couldn't tell lou reed from doug yule
 Suppressed hate romance
 It was like being back at school
 My powers before them resound
 My powers heard language, two-time doom
 Win populace, internal defeat
 Their mob had a coup d'etat
 Realize what they'd always wanted
 Knew i was right all along
 It wasn't then a beatles song
 Superhero in harlequin kecks
 Dim-wit lecture, half read
 Cursing black singers ten years dead
 Was a clown in victim hat
 Was shouldered and spurned
 Then my powers did return...