Fat lot of good it's done you

Tryin' to play the fool

When we know full well

You know your ass from your apposive


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)


(instrumental breakdown)


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 sacroliliac

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 ___ 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)