Life on Mars

It's a God awful small affair

To the girl with the mousey hair,

But her mummy is yelling, "No!"

And her daddy has told her to go,

But her friend is no where to be seen.

Now she walks through her sunken dream

To the seats with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen,

But the film is sadd'ning 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

'Cause Lennon's on sale again.

See the mice in their million hordes

From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.

Rule Britannia is out of bounds

To my mother, my dog, and clowns,

But the film is a sadd'ning bore

'Cause 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?