ode to the nonce ~

Sir Jimmy Savile, the ‘Top of the Pops’ DJ, lured star-struck girls

To his dressing room, and crudely demanded, ‘Give me head!’

As certain sixties musicians took part in his BBC orgies

The wildest rumours spread despite his being dead.

On seeing photos of sixties pop stars people now wonder,

‘Did you ever perform at the BBC?

Did you ever have underage girls throw themselves at you, and think,

“Who cares how old they are? Relax. It’s free.”’

A bit of dope in the dressing room and it seems they were yours

All for a signed photo or two.

They’d like to boast in the playground they’d met your band

And you… you were curious to find out what they could do.

‘We never asked for their birth certificates’, one pop star said –

One who was caught up in the media shit-storm –

So, with no way of knowing she was thirteen, he’s in the clear

For ‘if everyone’s at it, then it’s the norm.’

‘Better close the door, babe. We don’t want anyone seeing

You licking my lolly on ‘Top of the Pops’.

You’ll do all four of us, won’t you? Then I’ll make sure you’re on telly –

Shh. Say nothing. Or someone’ll call the cops.’

The Beatles, the Stones, the Who and Gary Glitter

Now look like child-molesters and nonces.

Once the Pink Fairies, the Pink Floyds, and the Pretty Things looked pretty,

Instead of washed-up corporate ponces –