now you're such a splendid actress you can play all the parts on your own no extra, i'll be in the crowd scene around your home you think that you're really 'something' just like in george's song your magic is gunned down so partner, you just hopalong and all your excuses, your sniffles and sorries are blatantly crocodile tears and your lament, rehearsed so well 's not touching me excuse me if i was yawning i've seen your tricks so much the wages of sin, not worth spending on you i'm saving up your scenery's flat and your show is so boring it's always the same old act the flowers at the stagedoor are from me, mr. missed opportunity i've had enough of your slippery tongue i've had enough of your stings my honeybee i've had enough of your blows my champion now we're finished as you can see queen of your own tiny planet lit by the sun of your glow i'm dropping some truth bricks put on your helmet, look out below! your film just flickered to its finish it's the end of your last tour so i'm painting over the star that was on your door collect your duty free kiss at the departure gate one swig of you is always too much strange how your laxative love potion isn't moving me i've had enough ... so pack your bags with your dirty behaviour you're a stain that i'm too embarrassed to show take your fingers off my collar you're an accident had long ago