See that boy

He's got the song of the century

He's got the face that was meant to be

On the covers of lavishing height.



Watch that girl

Moves like the vamp on the disco floor

Curses the crap that has gone before

Makes me happy

Not very bright.



Any offers? any offers? any resale?

Any offers? any offers? any resale?

Any of none.



New turn

Talent is all that we understand

Gullible suits have the upper hand

Are we laughing?

Not very hard

Sell your soul

To papers I painted cold hand low

Lied about crack in the pubs and so

Are we crying?

It's ever so sad.



Any offers? any offers? any resale?

Any offers? any offers? any resale?

Any offers? any offers? any resale?

Any of none.