He's holding me to ransom
Gun to my feet
Now he wants to see me dancing
I can see Mickey Mouse
Sitting on a shrink's couch
Tryin' to cure his hang-up
'Bout screwin' little Minnie Mouse
I can see Madonna
Starin' at a shotgun
Now she doesn't feel so sexc
Now she wants to be a nun
I can see George Best
Tryin' ta give the drink a rest
Now he's down the station
Failin' a blood test

Love is better
Than your nine-to-five's and
You GCSE's
Love is better
Than your HIV or your universities
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

There goes Elvis
Lookin' for his pelvis
Colonel Tom has dug it up
And put it in for service
Over the hill comes
Huckleberry Hound
Looking full of rabies
And he's heading into town
There goes Kennedy
Lookin' for a remedy
Someone blew his head off
And now he's in a cemetery
Mister Blonde said to Mister Blue
Who's the cop
He said I haven't got a clue

Love is better
Than your nine-to-five's and
You GCSE's
Love is better
Than your HIV or your universities
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Love is better
Than your nine-to-five's and
You GCSE's
Love is better
Than your HIV or your universities
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Love is better
Than your nine-to-five's and
You GCSE's
Love is better
Than your HIV or your universities
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah