| Exhibition yourself we’ll hold a show on the shelf | 
| Now we can feel a change is on the way | 
| You’re not a skin or a spiv | 
| boy who are you trying to kid | 
| You’re jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay? | 
| Would you resort to telling | 
| all your friends lies | 
| When they can see right through | 
| your flimsy disguise? | 
| We all consider you far out | 
| so there can be ltttle doubt | 
| You’re gonna make it in a big, big way | 
| Oh we can feel a new existence beginning | 
| And the yobs have made a go at forgiving | 
| And the new man he appears to be winning | 
| What a shame such a bore! | 
| I don’t wanna turn on tonite | 
| Said I don’t wanna turn on tonite | 
| You put your hand in the air | 
| and when they ask you say Yeah | 
| And they’ll be happy to believe | 
| you’re both kinds | 
| Then shake a fist or a leg | 
| and prove the image is dead | 
| Or the chances are you’ll trip up their minds | 
| Oh you’re too cute to be a big rock star | 
| But if you’re cool you may not push it too far | 
| Oh just believe in yourself | 
| and take a tip from the elf | 
| And sing a boogie to the image fatale | 
| Oh we can feel.. . | 
| You feel Lorretta’s deep breaths, | 
| you put a hand on her breast | 
| You feel her come on like some movie-star chick | 
| You slide her body across | 
| you fight so hard to be boss | 
| But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks | 
| So you perform like it’s your very best show | 
| You turn her on but she’s never gonna know | 
| Then you can shuffle your hips | 
| or M-M-Mae West your lips | 
| But you’re the same old thing we’ve always known | 
| Oh, we can feel.. . |