I ask you nicely    Get my face slapped under wraps    What's going on precisely    Is there something wrong perhaps?    Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)    It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize       Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle    You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life       Fat cats and army brats    Hep cats and dog tags pawing over girly mags       Chorus:    Pretty words don't mean much anymore    I don't mean to be mean much anymore    All I see are snapshots, big shots, tender spots    (1) mug shots, machine slots    (2) machine slots, mug shots    Till you don't know what's what    You don't know what you got       Curious women running after curious men    Curiosity didn't kill the cat    It was a poisoned pen    But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)    Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice       Got back to London    Picked a paper from the mat    No words of consolation    Just cartoons and chitter chatter    Well well, fancy that    Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat    No backbone, blood and guts    Better keep your big mouth shut       Chorus