Your star is descending

Round here blindly

Tell your dancing daughter

That there's no room

on the wing

We can bitch

but it ain't tinsel town

Hey! Starchild

Can't dance

Left out on a useless limb

This party will start

To drag you down

Slap your face

And pull your hair

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is shed

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead

I was in traction

started off smiling

Couldn't help laughing

I was astounded when

They caught you unaware

And some missionary said

That this week

we've got to shoot

All the dancing girls

And then replace them

With satellites instead

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is shed

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead

Like to see something change

Around here, around there