Every time I see your picture on the t.v. screen

I don't care who will be king or who will be the queen

I won't stop and stare

I'm far away but not there

I don't care about the prince you marry

I don't care whose kid It is you carry

I don't care cos' I can live without them

I read it in the papers, yes I read all about them



Elvis died, you'd sold his soul, you Just had a piece

John Lennon died for rock and roll now the kids won't let him rest In peace

I won't stop and stare

Cos' I'm not quite all there

I don't buy no plastic busts of Elvis

Damn the bastard who sells locks of his hair

I read it in the papers yes I read all about them

Death moneymakers check their stocks and shares

I won't stop and stare

I'm not really there



New Romantics a way of making income

Six hundred suit guarantees you won't look like a bum

Mighty corporations I can hear them laughing

Marketing managers got you under their thumb