With a face like a crab's bus ticket
And skin like a llama's door mat
He was always gonna struggle
Nature had seen to that
He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies
Where Bogart gets the dame
But a lorry load of Lorre
Is still the score of pain
And he sings
I may be ugly
But I've got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly queue
With a chin like a tramp's juke-box
And eyes like a rhino's ash-tray
It was always going to be pantomime
That made him sing and dance anyway
When you feel like London
And you look like Hull
You think Travolta pulled Newton - John
Who did John Hurt pull?
And they compliment the compliment
And it's driving you insane
It's like talking to a helicopter
When you know that you're a plane
Breath like a mountain goat's satchel
Nose like a pool of sick
But you always leave your flies ahoy
'Cause the world wants to suck your dick
Let it suck!
And he sings
I may be ugly
But I've got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly queue
(Heaton/Rotheray) With a face like a crab's bus ticket And skin like a llama's door mat He was always gonna struggle Nature had seen to that He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies Where Bogart gets the dame But a lorry load of Lorre Is still the score of pain And he sings I may be ugly But I've got the bottle-opener He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw And in the party party politics of this ugly fame There is no orderly queue With a chin like a tramp's juke-box And eyes like a rhino's ash-tray It was always going to be pantomime That made him sing and dance anyway When you feel like London And you look like Hull You think Travolta pulled Newton - John Who did John Hurt pull? And they compliment the compliment And it's driving you insane It's like talking to a helicopter When you know that you're a plane Breath like a mountain goat's satchel Nose like a pool of sick But you always leave your flies ahoy 'Cause the world wants to suck your dick Let it suck! And he sings I may be ugly But I've got the bottle-opener He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw And in the party party politics of this ugly fame There is no orderly queue Explain Request ×
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