Let’s go down to the fashion show   With all the pretty people that you don’t know   We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs   They’ll hand awards out for best hair   And if we don’t win one, well, then   We’ll blow off our heads in despair   We’ll blow off our heads in despair      I smell magic in the room   Flashing lights and sonic booms   Lovely saps all without a care   Nobody said that the world was fair   And if they did say so, well, then   We’ll blow off our heads in despair   We’ll blow off our heads in despair      Let’s go down to the fashion show   With all the pretty people and piles of blow   We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs   And hang on tight to our bus fare   And if it falls between the seats   We’ll blow off our heads in despair   We’ll blow off our heads in despair