Lets go down to the fashion show

With all the pretty people that you dont know

Well sit down in the velvet chairs

Theyll hand awards out for best hair

And if we dont win one, well, then

Well blow off our heads in despair

Well blow off our heads in despair



I smell magic in the room

Flashing lights and sonic booms

Lovely saps all without a care

Nobody said that the world was fair

And if they did say so, well, then

Well blow off our heads in despair

Well blow off our heads in despair



Lets go down to the fashion show

With all the pretty people and piles of blow

Well sit down in the velvet chairs

And hang on tight to our bus fare

And if it falls between the seats

Well blow off our heads in despair

Well blow off our heads in despair