The Great Beautician In The Sky - Magazine

Laughter staggers on In between their gags

pounding their faces

he’s on his last legs

I don’t care to dance

I don’t care to dance

I don’t care to dance

I’m not going to dance

Angels twitch nervously

the brave and the bold weep

we all want to know who

we should pay tribute to Hey good looker

Hey good looker

you could tell me all about it go on — tell me all about it I know your secrets

I know your secrets

you could tell me all about it go on — tell me all about it I may have lost the thread

I was supposed to pull

may I say everyone

is irresistible

Everyone is irresistible

now I’m not sure which way I should turn

I can say «Now I’ve seen everything»

at last there must be no more to learn

That’s what you want to hear

sadly, also it’s true

and I know all the ways

and I’m still hung up on you

Oh great beautician in the sky

your innocence just saddens me I shall throw it all against the wall

take my pleasure in spite of it all

I know your secrets

I know your secrets

you could tell me all about it go on — tell me all about it hey good looker

hey good looker

I could fall all night over you

hey good looker

hey good looker

roses are red, violets are blue