Your mama said you'd better wear clean pants if you're steppin' out tonight   Last time you went out on the town got yourself into a fight   You keep trying to be one of the boys, but look at the way you dress   Got your head up your own arsehole, and your life is just a mess      All these thing that you've been trying to hide, precious   Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise   Everyone knows you're just living a lie   You're so precious      Slipping and sliding like a carpet snake with shifty beady eyes   Even the numbers in your Filofax can't make you dignified   You've got to take a good look at yourself and ask yourself the reason why   You make a hobby of this cruel deceit, caught up in your own lies      All these things you've been trying to hide, precious   Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise   Everyone knows you're just living a lie   You're so precious   Bozo the sheriff from the local bank is sniffin' your back tires   He's got a letter from the magistrate, they're rip offs cheats and liars