Tortilla chips are on my lips

and no one's pressed against my hips

Bad beat poet late at night

The city gets bright I can see

The neon lights don't work on me

I am no watcher in the fight



Charlie says nobody's got a strange and hidden power

and no one is really beautiful

They're all just mediocre men of the hour



If sex was love I'd be so set

I'd know the most that we could get

I never had the tits and ass

to go and take a master class



Charlie says nobody's got a strange and hidden power

and no one is really beautiful

They're all just mediocre men of the hour

mediocre models of the hour

mediocre men

mediocre men...



You take me places and you make cool faces

when all sex erases the lonely past

and you found me when I was first and ten against eleven men

who could kick my ass, but anyway

it's probably gonna pass....



I do not know but it's been said

the hero Hogan was found dead

with something wrapped around his head

the price he paid was more than bread



Charlie says nobody's got a strange and hidden power

and no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

they're all just mediocre men of the hour

mediocre jokers of the hour



If what you're looking for is an action star

I'm a superstar stud with a formula car

and a cleft in my chin and a facial scar moving hard

If the squeeky wheel gets the grease

then I'm a rode hard Harley on my hands and my knees

I'm begging for your love please



no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

no one is really beautiful

they're all just mediocre men of the hour

mediocre men of the hour

mediocre models of the hour