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Words and music by Shear, Marr and Prest
May it never be said shes knockin them dead
But is there a fame, its such a cryin shame what theyre sayin
Its more than a game that theyre playin
At the start as we all should know
That shes some kind of sleaze, thats a social disease
Shut up, shut up
Dont tell me that my best friends a menace
She might wind up in a book written by Guinness
Its all right with me, if she wants to be
As loony as the day she was born
Shut up, shut up
Call her name in the air and shell soon be there
If you want her to be
Round me a bend and Im needin a friend she comes to me
The story book lies, theres stars in her eyes
Shes one of a kind and I sure am glad that I met her
I couldnt have found one much better
But theres something we all should know
Shes a kind of a gnu that belongs in a zoo
Shut up, shut up
Dont tell me that my best friends like Alice
Who might wind up in a looking-glass palace
Its all right with me, if she wants to be
As naughty as the day she was born
Shut up, shut up
Call her name in the air and shell soon be there
If you want her to be
Round me a bend and Im needin a friend she comes to me
Dont tell me that my best friends a menace
She might wind up in a book written by Guinness
Its all right with me, if she longs to be
As nutty as the day she was born
Shut up, shut up
Call her name in the air and shell soon be there
If you want her to be
Round me a bend and Im needin a friend she comes to me
Shut up, shut up