| It’s a God awful small affair
|
| To the girl with the mousey hair
|
| But her Mother is yelling, «No!»
|
| And her father has told her to go
|
| But her friend is no where to be seen.
|
| AS she walks through her sunken dream
|
| To the seats with the clearest view
|
| And she’s hooked to the silver screen
|
| But the film is sadd’ning 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?
|
| It’s on America’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 sadd’ning 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 |