Let’s go down to the fashion show With all the pretty people that you don’t know We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs They’ll hand awards out for best hair And if we don’t win one well then We’ll blow off our heads in despair We’ll blow off our heads in despair I smell magic in the room Flashing lights and sonic booms Lovely saps all without a care Nobody said that the world was fair And if they did say so well then We’ll blow off our heads in despair We’ll blow off our heads in despair Let’s go down to the fashion show With all the pretty people that you don’t know We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs And hang on tight to our bus fare And if it falls between the seats We’ll blow off our heads in despair We’ll blow off our heads in despair