(Jian on lead, w others joining in on certain lines)I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skinYou can take the truthful things you've said to meAnd put them on the head of a pinPoor NapoleonYou always look so disappointed when I take my stockings offDon't you know the facts of life, boyDon't you know what these things costShe was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singersYou put a penny in the slotShe called you her Magic Fingers(Jian)Poor Napoleon(All)Poor Napoleon(Dave, w others singing "Bop bop bop bop...")I bet she isn't all that's advertisedI bet that isn't all she fakesJust like that place where they take your spineAnd turn it into soapflakes(Jian)Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girlDid you ever think there's far too many people in the world?One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of thisThere won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss(All)Poor Napoleon