I can see Manson
He’s holding me to ransom
Gun to my feet
Now he wants to see me dancing
I can see Mickey Mouse
Sitting on a shrink’s couch
Tryin’ to cure his hang up
’bout screwing little Minnie mouse
I can see Madonna
starin’ at a shotgun
Now she doesn’t feel so sexy
Now she wants to become a nun
I can see George Best
Tryin’ to give the drink a rest
Now he’s down the station
Failin’ the blood test
Love is better
That your nine-to-five’s
And your GCSE’s
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
There goes Elvis
Looking for his pelvis
Colonel Tom has dug it up
And put it in for service
Over the hill comes Huckleberry Hound
Looking full of rabies
And he’s heading into town
There goes Kennedy
Looking for a remedy
Soemone blew his head off
And now he’s in a cemetery
Mister Blonde said to Mister Blue
Who’s the cop
He said I haven’t got a clue
Love is better
That your nine-to-five’s
And your GCSE’s
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Love is better
That your nine-to-five’s
And your GCSE’s
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah…