Life On Mars

It's a god-awful small
affair to the
girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is
yelling, no
and her daddy has
told her to go
But her friend is
nowhere to be seen
now she walks
through her sunken dream
To the seat with the
clearest view
and she's hooked to
the silver screen
But the film is a
saddening bore
for she's lived it ten
times or more
She could spit in the
eyes of fools as they
ask her to focus on sailors
fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those
cavemen go,
it's the freakiest show

Take a look at the
lawman beating up the
wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll
ever know

He's in the
best-selling show,
is there
life on Mars?
It's on America's
tortured brow that
Mickey Mouse
has grown up a cow
Now the workers have
struck for fame
Ôcause Lennon's on
sale again
See the mice in their
million hordes
from Ibiza to the
Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is
out of bounds
to my mother, my dog
and clowns
But the film is a
saddening bore
Ôcause I wrote it ten
times or more
It's about to be writ
again, as I ask you to
focus on sailors
fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those
cavemen go,
it's the freakiest show

Take a look at the
lawman beating up the
wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll
ever know

He's in the
best-selling show,
is there
life on Mars?