It's a god-awful small affair, to the girl with the mousy hair
But her mother is yelling "No," and her father as told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen, as she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view, and she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore, For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools, as they ask her to focus on
Chorus:
Sailors, fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! look at those cavemen go,
it's a freakest show, take a look at the
Lawman, beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
he's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
Interlude:
It's on Amerika's tortured brow, Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame, Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes, From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Brittania is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore, Cause I wrote it ten times before
It's about to be writ again, As I ask you to focus on
chorus