You win some, And you lose some, But I've lost the will to lose, My part time job, My faith in God, Falling on a bruise

From the Old Queens Head to the Burger King, In my '57 Chevvy made from baked bean tins

The ambulance sirens rang, as they wheeled her to the stand

You need your Nutrasweet Daddy, Or some Peppermint Patty, Or just a hackneyed old cabby, Who can take you and your babby away

At six foot six and a hundred tons, The undisputed king of the slums

And the grass grows bluer on the other side, Where the old girls queue for their Mothers Pride

Between the Open University and closedown, You were dead

Look away John F Kennedy

Falling on a bruise

The big shop is open, It's a wonderful world

Disneyland or dipsomania, Pick a flavour

Where the shrimps sell smack to the jelly snakes, And the kids buy crack in their morning break

And the grass grows bluer on the other side, Where the old girls queue for their Mothers Pride

Don't bury me at sea, The pollution might kill me!

Look away Bob Hope

We've got smackheads, crackheads, pensioners, pimps, Anonymous alcoholics looking for a drink

He was infamous for fifteen minutes and he appeared on Panorama

I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die

When bonny Clive was twenty three, He took a dive from the balcony

But suppose you gave a funeral, And nobody came?

But suppose you gave a funeral, And nobody came?

And David Icke says he'd like to show us how, To love you back to life again now

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, There's a wonderful world you can share

Between the Open University and closedown, You were dead

And his poor, pathetic parents, So stricken with grief, That they've spelt his name wrong, On his funeral wreath!

Bloodsport for all, said Corporal Flash, And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas

Yesterday they took away our bus stop, Today they'll try and take our happy home

Johnny Guitar, tell 'em where it goes

Put the Binatone on snooze, Open up some Special Brews and start drinking

Look away John F Kennedy