Nancy Reagan's Head (Mission of Burma)

Fat lot of good it's done you Tryin' to play the fool When we know full well You know your ass from your apposive This club has standards, many Try to come up short That touch of thickness that makes a Proper mesomorph, proper mesomorph Five-foot-one, Eyes as cold as stone, Topped off by that hard blackened helmet, And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, (No way that thing came with that body) We, believe, believe If, we, believe Strike up the band, it's official, You've got my back Next thing I know, I got me A chronic pain in the sacroliliac Think it's funny? laugh Want your money back? Count it out, then, One-two-three-four-five-foot-one, Eyes as cold as stone, Topped off by that fierce ___ helmet And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, (No way that thing came with that body) And Roxy Music came to save the world, And all I got was this lousy T-shirt , And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head, (No way that thing came with that body)