Somebody stop her, the lifter, the runner The girl with the gold in her mouth They caught her at london, waterloo station Strung up on a ferris wheel She used to lose pageants, pick of the litter The newspapers screamed from their racks Pictures at seven, nineteen-eighty-something The waltz on her father's shoes No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen But i really knew her in an after-pub closing way Falling down, crawling drunk Laughing like children with sugared-up gullets I rue this day No more losing the war, karen. No more losing the war. Got me all frustrated In an old-fashioned way. Easy does it, rider I've had a long, long day No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen