I've only got one real fan

She is not woman, she is not man

She's got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan

Her clan surpasses beauty

always love and never duty

A beauty that feels so alien to this land





These feelings should be censored they should be banned

But when you put a porn-star in these hands

I'm the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram

You got this straight to play the fool

Miss out nursery, miss out school

And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram





How do you make so special look like dross

How do you make expensive look budget cost

If it's power to the workers then you are the boss

You make bluebells look like moss

Gave a second coat to gloss

And made Lennon's little Ono look like dross

If prostitution was not illegal

you'd make cheap sex look so regal

Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost





The famous they get stalkers, they get pests

But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest

All that Lennon could imagine

was not you, was just a fraction

and all half-hearted get is second best