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Lyrics for 'I May Be Ugly' by 'Beautiful South'
(heaton/rotheray)
With A Face Like A Crab's Bus Ticket
And Skin Like A Llama's Door Mat
He Was Always Gonna Struggle
Nature Had Seen To That
He Dreamt Of Those Old-fashioned Movies
Where Bogart Gets The Dame
But A Lorry Load Of Lorre
Is Still The Score Of Pain
And He Sings
I May Be Ugly
But I've Got The Bottle-opener
He May Be Fat But He's Got The Cork-screw
And In The Party Party Politics Of This Ugly Fame
There Is No Orderly Queue
With A Chin Like A Tramp's Juke-box
And Eyes Like A Rhino's Ash-tray
It Was Always Going To Be Pantomime
That Made Him Sing And Dance Anyway
When You Feel Like London
And You Look Like Hull
You Think Travolta Pulled Newton - John
Who Did John Hurt Pull?
And They Compliment The Compliment
And It's Driving You Insane
It's Like Talking To A Helicopter
When You Know That You're A Plane
Breath Like A Mountain Goat's Satchel
Nose Like A Pool Of Sick
But You Always Leave Your Flies Ahoy
'cause The World Wants To Suck Your Dick
Let It Suck!
And He Sings
I May Be Ugly
But I've Got The Bottle-opener
He May Be Fat But He's Got The Cork-screw
And In The Party Party Politics Of This Ugly Fame
There Is No Orderly Queue
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