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The Beautiful South - I May Be Ugly lyrics
(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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