Tortilla chips   Are on my lips   And no one's pressed   Against my hips   Bad beat poet late at night      The city gets bright I can't see   The neon lights don't work on me   I am no watcher in the fight      Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and   No one is really beautiful   They're all just mediocre men of the hour      If sex was love I'd be so set   I'd know the most that we could get   I never had the tits and ass   To go and take a master class      Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and   No one is really beautiful   They're all just mediocre men of the hour   Mediocre models of the hour   Mediocre men   Mediocre men      You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases the lonely past and   You found me when I was first and ten against eleven men who could kick my ass   But anyway, it's probably gonna pass      I do not know but it's been said   The hero hogan was found dead   With something wrapped around his head   The price he paid was more than bread      Charlie's says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and   No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   They're all just mediocre men of the hour   They're all just mediocre jokers of the hour      If what you're looking for is an action star   I'm a superstar stud with a formula car   And cleft in my chin and a facial scar, movin' hard   If a squeaky wheel gets the grease   I'm a road hog harley on my hands and my knees   I'm begging for your love please      No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   No one is really beautiful   They're all just mediocre men of the hour   Mediocre men of the hour   Mediocre models of the hour