Feel like I landed on another planet

Of clones with gym tits as hard as granite

Body fascists rule this land

Where can I find a flat-chested man? 

Feel out place and so alone

Amidst the hairspray and cologne

Attitude cuts you like a knife

Ken dolls on steroids come to life

In the fluffy city

The santa monica boulevard scene

Poodle hair and sausage jeans

The "international male" store

The mannequins and customers are interchangeable

Makes me want to get a revolver*

The whole place puts me in a rage*

In a town full of out of work actors

The whole world truly is a stage

In the fluffy city

Met a guywhat a joke

He touched his hair and it broke

Conversation was a strain

He crossed his legs and crushed his brain

Teal tank tops everywhere

Cigarette smoke choking the air

Underneath they might be deep

But I have met so many creeps

In the fluffy city

(* two appalling clubs in west hollywood)