- Oh look, its Polly Beecham!

The people come to rub the back
Of the great movie man
Faces painted, eyes are blank,
The way the boss demands,
Her father was his dearest pal,
He owns some magistrates,
And when poor old Britain bit the dust,
Dad sends her to the states.

To bow when Herr Director comes,
Bow when Herr Director comes.

An actor doesnt need to act,
When in soap opera,
A writer needen't even think,
Just make some photo stats,
Americans are really great,
They don't resent success,
And they love the English filming art,
It is the very best.

Bow when Herr Director comes, (Herr director comes)
Massive talent struck him dumb, (Struck him dumb)

- Bow to him!
- He's dumb but he's proud.
- Stupidity has illuminated him.

Mainstream life is a paupers grave,
Full of lepers who think they're saved.
I haven't come to this misery,
For some art school snob to look down on me.

Bow when Herr Director comes, (Herr director comes)
Massive talent struck him dumb, (Struck him dumb)
Bow when Herr Director comes, (Herr director comes)
Bow when Herr Director comes.

- Violence is not ......
- It's all over. Hitler won the war.
- British hollywood,
- ......