Ukulele_Orchestra_of_GB_-_Life_on_Mars Lyrics

It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

(And now, the end is near)
It's on America's tortured brow
(And so I face the final curtain).
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
(My friend, I'll say it clear,)
Now the workers have struck for fame
(I'll state my case, of which Im certain.)
'Cause Lennon's on sale again.
(I've lived a life thats full.)
See the mice in their million hordes
(I've traveled each and evry highway)
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
(And more, much more than this)
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
(I did it my way.)
[For once in my life]
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
[I have someone who needs me]
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
[Someone I needed so long]
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
[For once in my life]
It's about to be writ again
[I can go where and i leads me]
As I ask you to focus on
[And I know I will be strong ]