| How come every time we meet
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| You get lots of little people running round at your feet
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| You’re the centre of attention in the cafes and the bars
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| Everybody treats you like a superstar
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| Then again I know who you are
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| You’re taking it too far
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| Wild nights and parties in the hills of Hollywood
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| And all the papers tell me that you’re doing pretty good
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| They tell me the way you hang round
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| With the guys in their leathers and chains
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| The way you eat your way into their little brains
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| Then again, I know who you are
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| You’ve gone a bit too far
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| You’re so la di da So la di da Honey you’re so la di da You’re so la di da Why don’t you listen to me?
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| You’re so la di da You’re so la di da Oh baby you’re so la di da Oh baby why do you keep on hurting me?
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| Why don’t you listen to me?
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| I used to think you were mine
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| And you would tell me what’s going on in your mind
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| You’d say I’ve got problems that I don’t understand
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| And if you’ve got the answers will you put them in my hand
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| I’d say you went a bit too far
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| Do you know what you are?
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| You’re so la di da So la di da Honey you’re so la di da You’re so la di da Why don’t you listen to me?
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| You’re so la di da You’re so la di da Oh baby you’re so la di da You’re so la di da Why do you do it to me?
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| Breaking me inside
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| You’re so la di da |