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 Cmin
Your fifteen
minutes start now
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