Are you feeling up there's a smiler in the news A quirky little throwback with her lover's name tattooed She can nod, bow, kowtow, wow! If she works real hard she can be a star right now There are stars on every street, in every pokey household in the workplace In your wildest dreams You can eat bread, watch games, die When you try to break the programme watch your life become a light Your whole life, makes no sense Everything you do and did caused no offense Because your whole life is on the fence And everything you do and did caused no offence now Poor girl the crooning fool – her secret's in a paper Selling romps and drunken capers Watch the world stop, catch your breath, stretch your legs Try and delegate your regrets 'Cos your led and fed and lost and crossed The hostages surround you first they gagged and then they banned you Now your tongue-tied, your time's gone by The God of Silent things says the final bell must ring