(Will Nobody Save) Louise

Does she get out to see her friends?

No, she stays at home alone

Eats like a bird and drinks like a fish

She can smile but she's transparent

I see through her every word

Is she a girl or is she a ghost?

She is the only girl in my world

I am the loneliest boy

She's close to extinction

The last of her kind

You save the earth and the whales and the trees,

will nobody save Louise?

Does she dress up like she used to?

No, she doesn't seem to care

She's bored of her clothes, her body and hair

She can dance but she can't stand

She would need a hundred helping hands

And I am only one small man

She is the only girl in my world

I am the loneliest boy

She's close to extinction

The last of her kind

You save the earth and the whales and the trees,

will nobody save Louise?

She won't walk to the end of her street

Too many friends she's frightened to meet

She won't talk in a public place

Too many people to stare at her ugly face

The Good Things in Life

His face is beautiful, square set and geometric

What did he see in you that he didn't see in me?

If only he knew you like I do

I'm not jealous at all, I just like your boyfriend

And that's all I like about you

I'm not angry at all, I'm just upset

Why do you get all the good things in life?

He rides a motorbike like Steve McQueen in ‘The Great Escape’

You will never ride with him, you're too prim to be a biker's tart

But I would be perfect for the part

He drinks a little heavily you treat him like a leper

When he's too drunk to sleep with you

Then maybe he'll sleep with me

Like a Millionaire

If you take me driving

I will bleach my hair

Wear my mother's white court shoes

and dress like a millionaire

Like a millionaire

Like a million poor people do

I could be your Miss Monroe and you could be my Joe DiMaggio

and we could do the things beautiful people like to do

If you take me dancing

I will drink 'til I can't stand

I'll walk like I'm falling, fall as I'm talking

I will walk like a millionaire

It hurts to look a mess

I'm poorly fed and poorly dressed and

I can't go out like this

Look at my face, it's a boy's disgrace

it's a boy's, it's a boy's disgrace