Fashion Awards
Letâ"š¬â"ž¢s go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people that you donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll sit down in the velvet chairs
Theyâ"š¬â"ž¢ll hand awards out for best hair
And if we donâ"š¬â"ž¢t win one, well, then
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll blow off our heads in despair
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll 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
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll blow off our heads in despair
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll blow off our heads in despair
Letâ"š¬â"ž¢s go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people and piles of blow
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll sit down in the velvet chairs
And hang on tight to our bus fare
And if it falls between the seats
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll blow off our heads in despair
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll blow off our heads in despair