Текст песни The Beautiful South - I May Be Ugly
The Beautiful South - I May Be Ugly слова песни
(Heaton/Rotheray)With a face like a crab`s bus ticketAnd skin like a llama`s door matHe was always 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 tramp`s 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 mountain 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