Текст песни beautiful south - I My Be Ugly
beautiful south - I My Be Ugly слова песни
With a face like a crab`s bus ticketAnd skin like a llama`s door matHe was aways gonna struggleNature had seen to thatHe dreamt of those old-fashioned moviesWhere Bogart gets the dameBut a lorry load of LorreIs still the score of painAnd he singsI may be uglyBut I`ve got the bottle-openerHe may be fat but he`s got the cork-screwAnd in the party party politics of this ugly fameThere is no orderly queueWith a chin like a tramps juke-boxAnd eyes like a rhino`s ash-trayIt was always going to be pantomimeThat made him sing and dance anywayWhen you feel like LondonAnd you look like hullYou think Travolta pulled Newton-JohnWho did John Hurt pull?And they compliment the complimentAnd it`s driving you insaneIt`s like talking to a helicopterWhen you know that you`re a planeBreath like a mountains goat`s satchelNose like a pool of sickBut you always leave your flies ahoy`Cause the world wants to suck your dickLet it suck!And he singsI may be uglyBut I`ve got the bottle-openerHe may be fat but he`s got the cork-screwAnd in the party party politics of this ugly fameThere is no orderly queue