Fat lot of good it's done you
Tryin' to play the fool
When we know full well
You know your ass from your aperçu
This club has standards, many
Try to come up short
That touch of thickness that makes a
Proper mesomorph, proper mesomorph
Five-foot-one
Eyes as cold as stone
Topped off by that hard blackened helmet
And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head
(No way that thing came with that body)
[Spoken:]
You tellin' me you never noticed that head? It's not right. It's not natural
We, believe, believe
If, we, believe
Strike up the band, it's official
You've got my back
Next thing I know, I got me
A chronic pain in the sacroiliac
Think it's funny? laugh
Want your money back?
Count it out, then
One-two-three-four-five-foot-one
Eyes as cold as stone
Topped off by that fierce viking helmet
And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head
(No way that thing came with that body)
And Roxy Music came to save the world
And all I got was this lousy T-shirt
And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head
(No way that thing came with that body)
(Instrumental fadeout)
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