Kirsty MacColl)



Seven times in seven days

I've sat and wished my life away

I know the greyness comes and goes

But the sun don't shine

And the snow don't snow

There's Suzy-Ann with her tits and curls

Where mediocrity excels

For those vicious boys and their boring girls

You know it makes me sick but it's a bozo's world



Then there's always the cash

Selling yourself for some trash

Smiling at people that you cannot stand

You're in demand

Your fifteen minutes start now



City banker looks are in

The heartless heart, the chinless chin

And you'd spill your beans for just a pint of gin

How you got so holy

And became so thin



In Sunday papers every week

The silly words you love to speak

The tacky photos and the phoney smiles

Well it's a bozo's world

And you're a bozo's child



Then there's always the cash

Selling yourself for some trash

Smiling at people that you cannot stand

You're in demand

Your fifteen minutes start now



Then there's always the fame!

Autographs now and again

People who saw you on Blankety Blank

Or in the bank

Your fifteen minutes start now