Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf

Now we can feel a change is on the way

You're not a skin or a spiv

boy who are you trying to kid

You're jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay?

Would you resort to telling

all your friends lies

When they can see right through

your flimsy disguise?

We all consider you far out

so there can be ltttle doubt

You're gonna make it in a big, big way

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Oh we can feel a new existence beginning

And the yobs have made a go at forgiving

And the new man he appears to be winning

What a shame such a bore!

I don't wanna turn on tonite

Said I don't wanna turn on tonite

You put your hand in the air

and when they ask you say "Yeah"

And they'll be happy to believe

you're both kinds

Then shake a fist or a leg

and prove the image is dead

Or the chances are you'll trip up their minds

Oh you're too cute to be a big rock star

But if you're cool you may not push it too far

Oh just believe in yourself

and take a tip from the elf

And sing a boogie to the image fatale

Oh we can feel. . .

You feel Lorretta's deep breaths,

you put a hand on her breast

You feel her come on like some movie-star chick

You slide her body across

you fight so hard to be boss

But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks

So you perform like it's your very best show

You turn her on but she's never gonna know

Then you can shuffle your hips

or M-M-Mae West your lips

But you're the same old thing we've always known

Oh, we can feel. . .