I smell magic in the room
Nobody said that the world was fair
We'll blow off our heads in despair
Flashing lights and sonic booms
We'll blow off our heads in despair
And if it falls between the seats
They'll hand awards out for best hair
With all the pretty people and piles of blow
And hang on tight to our bus fare
We'll blow off our heads in despair
We'll sit down in the velvet chairs
And if we don't win one, well, then
We'll sit down in the velvet chairs
We'll blow off our heads in despair
We'll blow off our heads in despair
Let's go down to the fashion show
Lovely saps all without a care
And if they did say so, well, then
