Fashion Awards

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