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 shrinkґ,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 and now she wants to be a nun
I can see George Best, tryin' to give the drink a rest
Now he's down the station, failin' a blood test
Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's
Love is better then your HIV or your 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 that cop?' he said, 'I haven't got a clue'
Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's
Love is better then your HIV or your university
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Love is better then your nine-to-five's and your GCSE's
Love is better then your HIV or your university
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah...
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