Flashing lights and sonic booms
We'll blow off our heads in despair
And hang on tight to our bus fare
They'll hand awards out for best hair
Let's go down to the fashion show
We'll blow off our heads in despair
We'll blow off our heads in despair
I smell magic in the room
With all the pretty people and piles of blow

We'll blow off our heads in despair
Lovely saps all without a care
And if we don't win one, well, then
We'll blow off our heads in despair
And if it falls between the seats

We'll blow off our heads in despair
And if they did say so, well, then

Nobody said that the world was fair
We'll sit down in the velvet chairs

We'll sit down in the velvet chairs