Beautiful South The I May Be Ugly Lyrics

I May Be Ugly Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 With a face like a crab's bus ticket

 And skin like a llama's door mat

 He was always gonna struggle

 Nature had seen to that

 

 He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies

 Where bogart gets the dame

 But a lorry load of lorre

 Is still the score of pain

 

 And he sings

 I may be ugly

 But i've got the bottle-opener

 He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw

 And in the party party politics of this ugly fame

 There is no orderly queue

 

 With a chin like a tramp's juke-box

 And eyes like a rhino's ash-tray

 It was always going to be pantomime

 That made him sing and dance anyway

 

 When you feel like london

 And you look like hull

 You think travolta pulled newton - john

 Who did john hurt pull?

 

 And they compliment the compliment

 And it's driving you insane

 It's like talking to a helicopter

 When you know that you're a plane

 

 Breath like a mountain goat's satchel

 Nose like a pool of sick

 But you always leave your flies ahoy

 'cause the world wants to suck your dick

 Let it suck!

 

 And he sings

 I may be ugly

 But i've got the bottle-opener

 He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw

 And in the party party politics of this ugly fame

 There is no orderly queue