Let's go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people that you don't know
We'll sit down in the velvet chairs

They'll hand awards out for best hair
And if we don't win one, well, then
We'll blow off our heads in despair

We'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
We'll blow off our heads in despair
We'll blow off our heads in despair


Let's go down to the fashion show
With all the pretty people and piles of blow

We'll sit down in the velvet chairs
And hang on tight to our bus fare
And if it falls between the seats

We'll blow off our heads in despair
We'll blow off our heads in despair