About
National Treasure is the eleventh track on Under the Radar Vol. 1, written by Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers and Chris Heath, and produced by Chambers with Richard Flack. A character study set to piano and orchestral flourishes, the song examines the uneasy line between celebrity and self-awareness. Although the lyrics appear to describe another public figure, Williams later admitted that the story ultimately turned inward, reflecting his own ambivalence about fame.
When asked about its subject, Williams invited speculation, hinting that it was originally inspired by someone else but declining to reveal who. Fans proposed several names, including David Bowie, after noting the song’s references to eccentricity and artful reinvention. Williams later clarified that it was not about Bowie or Gary Barlow, saying only that it had “become about me.” The ambiguity adds to the song’s intrigue, positioning it as both portrait and self-portrait.
Musically, National Treasure blends a vaudevillian piano rhythm with theatrical strings, giving it the feel of a stage monologue. The lyrics mix admiration with gentle satire, describing an artist who is “weird, careful with weight” and “a mother’s pride and a nation’s joy.” The tone shifts between irony and empathy, offering insight into how public adoration can blur into personal isolation.
“Who do you think it’s about? I won’t tell you who it is. Maybe you could answer that on the forum. It’s become about me. It was originally about someone else.”Robbie Williams
National Treasure stands as one of Williams’ most literate and self-aware compositions, capturing both the absurdity and the loneliness of fame within a witty, cabaret-style arrangement.
Lyrics
Though he's never out on time
Night after night
Line after line
He'll be fine
I suppose
The famous Mr. Jones
He really should relax
He's due a heart attack
Though there's no heart to attack
Is it an act
No one knows
The naughty Mr. Jones
In a world full of weird, you're the oddest ever
Heard you brought everyone here so much pleasure, clever
We all know that you know you're a national treasure
Mrs. Jones you made the best boy ever, ever
E-V-E-R
He's careful with his weight
Pushes food around the plate
He can never pass as straight
Ask his mates
How it goes
The careful Mr. Jones
Even his mother thinks he's odd
He hasn't got a proper job
But he says neither did God
And he's the Lord
As it goes
The mighty Mr. Jones
In a world full of weird, you're the oddest ever
Heard you brought everyone here so much pleasure, clever
We all know that you know you're a national treasure
Mrs. Jones you made the best boy ever, ever
E-V-E-R
In a world full of weird, you're the oddest ever
Heard you brought everyone here so much pleasure, clever
We all know that you know you're a national treasure
Mrs. Jones you made the best boy ever, ever
The moral of this tale
Is when everything's for sale
Good men seldom prevail
They all fail
As he knows
The gifted Mr. Jones
Credits
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Vocalist
Robbie Williams -
Songwriter
Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers, Chris Heath