The past prima donna
In buttons and bells
Was speaking what’s left of her mind
As the audience rebels
Do you know what I’m saying?
The lights they were dimmed
The music by Strauss
She entered on rollerskates
Fetchingly tousled
She dnced like an ambulance
Talked like a cartoon mouse
She took off her clothes
And it brought down the house
Do you know what I’m saying?
Do you know what I’m saying?
Why don’t you come when I call?
Do you know what I’m saying?
Can you still hear me at all?
The male counterpart: stupid, brutal and rich
Lies under the arm of the world like an itch
Do you know what I’m saying?
Because he is such an attractive young lout
Putting words in his mouth and then trying them out
It doesn’t much matter what they are about
So long as he has something nasty to spout
Do you know what I’m saying?
Boys will be boys
Blood must be spilt
And nothing like showbusiness was ever built
For letting your critical function wilt
Under the weight of your liberal guilt
Do you know what I’m saying?
He’s the genuine voice of his unlovely state
And the first to complain
When they start to investigate
Under his criminal past and his polythene skin
He’s blowing his lines with his cheeks sucked in
Do you know what I’m saying?
Hush now…he has something special to say…
«Can you put your hands together this way?»
Do you know what I’m saying?