Fashion Awards

Lets go down to the fashion show With all the pretty people that you dont know Well sit down in the velvet chairs Theyll hand awards out for best hair And if we dont win one, well, then Well blow off our heads in despair Well 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 Well blow off our heads in despair Well blow off our heads in despair Lets go down to the fashion show With all the pretty people and piles of blow Well sit down in the velvet chairs And hang on tight to our bus fare And if it falls between the seats Well blow off our heads in despair Well blow off our heads in despair