So I'm screaming this to you. Wah!
From the last place in the queue. Wah wah wah!
I really think you'd like me given half a chance
And since you ain't got that I'll do the screamers dance
Some of us are ugly angel some of us are only small
Some of us are useless, say they haven't got the
wherewithal
We went and missed the end bit, but we never quite caught
the bus
We never speak our minds, my love, we have got nothing to
discuss
Some of us are witty love, it comes from facing up to facts
It's hard to be a hero, handsome, when you've had your
helmet cracked
Cheerfulness is catching, sweetie, when the fevers you have
got
We've got a proper chill, my dear, we simply haven't got
the hots
So I'm screaming this to you. Wah!
Silly season, skies are blue. Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah!
I hardly ever think I've made a small advance
I keep my elbows in and do the screamers dance
Don't!
Some of us are stupid, sister, some of us are very shy
Some of us get nervous, chicken, when you look us in the
eye
We're ever so pathetic, d'you know, we know quite well we
try too hard
Some of us were born like this, boss, others got it by the
yard
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