With a face like a crab's bus ticket
And skin like a llama's door mat
He was aways gonna struggle
Nature had seen to that
He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies
Where Bogart gets the dame
But a lorry load of Lorre
Is still the score of pain
And he sings
I may
The Mass lyrics

Bring The Oath, Bring The Incense
Bring The Flesh To The Altar
  Reflect On The Times That Passed By
Seize The Tim
 be ugly
But I've got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly queue
With a chin like a tramps juke-box
And eyes like a rhino's ash-tray
It was always going to be pantomime
That made him sing and dance a
Mama lyrics

i saw a woman walking down my street, with grace so beautifully care-
fully.  she's a big and pretty mother swingi
nyway
When you feel like London
And you look like hull
You think Travolta pulled Newton-John
Who did John Hurt pull?
And they compliment the compliment
And it's driving you insane
It's like talking to a helicopter
When you know that you're a plane
Breath like a mountains goat's satchel
Nose 
Morning Glory lyrics


No words this time?
No words.
No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time.
Is it censorship?
Is it censo
like a pool of sick
But you always leave your flies ahoy
'Cause the world wants to suck your dick
Let it suck!
And he sings
I may be ugly
But I've got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly queue