Sweetly, whiningly, learingly, tunefully, tastefully, he remarks: to change the world, you gotta be the king, not the fool. And he wishes that it were so (and his girlfriend would then be queen). “Clapton is god” reaches its nadir. Revolting, of course, and fully revolt-worthy. “Fools” of the world, unite . . . You have nothing to lose but your blind faith.