Rotund For Success

You burn the night and the days are gone
You burn my night and the days are told

Small boats adhere to my feet
I might be omnipotent but I can be discreet

It takes too much money to see you alone 
and the queue stretches back to my home
Times were better when we were young 
and you'd do whatever I'd say
I would be a bridge
You'd be the thrall of a car
At speed and late
with a wheel, with a mind of its own

"Well, we've had one about a very short person, so why not one about
someone very tall?  Also something about those nasty pairs like Brady &
Hindly."