Intro: |
It's a god-awful small affair |
To the girl with the mousy hair |
But her mummy is yelling "No" |
And her daddy has told her to go |
But her friend is nowhere to be seen |
Now she walks |
Through her sunken dream |
To the seat with the clearest view |
And she's hooked to the silver screen |
But the film is a saddening bore |
For she's lived it ten times or more |
She could spit in the eyes of fools |
As they ask her to focus on |
Sailors fighting in the dance hall |
Oh man! look at those cavemen go |
It's the freakiest show |
Take a look at the Lawman |
Beating up the wrong guy |
Oh man! wonder if he'll ever know |
He's in the best selling show |
Is there life on Mars? |
Bridge: |
It's on Amerika's tortured brow |
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow |
Now the workers have struck for fame |
'Cause Lennon's on sale again |
See the mice in their million hordes |
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads |
Rule Britannia is out of bounds |
To my mother, my dog, and clowns |
But the film is a saddening bore |
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more |
It's about to be writ again |
As I ask you to focus on |
Sailors fighting in the dance hall |
Oh man! look at those cavemen go |
It's the freakiest show |
Take a look at the Lawman |
Beating up the wrong guy |
Oh man! wonder if he'll ever know |
He's in the best selling show |
Is there life on Mars? |
Bridge: |
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