Feel like I landed on another planet   Of clones with gym tits as hard as granite   Body fascists rule this land   Where can I find a flat-chested man?    Feel out place and so alone   Amidst the hairspray and cologne   Attitude cuts you like a knife   Ken dolls on steroids come to life   In the fluffy city   The santa monica boulevard scene   Poodle hair and sausage jeans   The "international male" store   The mannequins and customers are interchangeable   Makes me want to get a revolver*   The whole place puts me in a rage*   In a town full of out of work actors   The whole world truly is a stage   In the fluffy city   Met a guy, what a joke   He touched his hair and it broke   Conversation was a strain   He crossed his legs and crushed his brain   Teal tank tops everywhere   Cigarette smoke choking the air   Underneath they might be deep   But I have met so many creeps   In the fluffy city   (* two appalling clubs in west hollywood)