Cardboard people, cardboard people
Cardboard people, cardboard people
Cardboard people, cardboard people
Cardboard people, cardboard people...
Walking down an open lane
People passing by
Wearing hats with famous names
Written on the side
Their sideways glances say that
There's something very wrong with us
Their fancy's very fanciful
They're different but the same
There's something vaguely comical
Such pride devoid of shame
They strut the day fantastic
And everyone is driven by their lust
What's in at the fashion show?
There's only one way to know
Come on, let's go
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where they've got everything
That's under the sun
Everybody must be cool
Or you will be ignored
Or maybe worse you'll go to school
The trashcan your reward
You better figure out a way
To be a have and not a have not
What's in at the fashion show?
There's only one way to know
Come on, let's go
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where they've got everything
That's under the sun
Excuse me, sir
Perhaps you could find a proper proprietor to
Put some pizzazz back in your pantacle pantry
My pantacle pantry?
My pantacle what!?
Come on, let's go
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where they've got everything
That's under the sun
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go to Vanity Fair
Where they've got everything
That's under the sun