I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face
I can see him in the papers He keeps talking like he knows it all now How every little thing really should be Nothing he says makes sense though He's addicted to his own voice And he's been that way too long
I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face
When I woke up this morning I couldn't believe my eyes I turned on the telly yawning And there he was, throwing the dice Do I have to put up with this?
I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face