Life On Mars

It’s a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair
But her Mother is yelling, «No!»
And her father has told her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen.
AS 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