It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling no And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a sadding bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools If they ask her to focus on Strangers fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those gay men go It's the creepiest show Take a look at the lockdown Cleaning up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if you'll ever know Who's in the best selection? Is there life on Mars? It's on America's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow And now the workers have struck for fame Cos Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibiza to the North Abroad Rupert tenure is out of bounds To my mother, my dog and clowns But the film is a sadding bore Cos I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask her to focus on Strangers fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those gay men go It's the creepiest show Take a look at the lockdown Cleaning up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if you'll ever know Who's in the best selection? Is there life on Mars? Who's in the best selection? Copyright Australian Broadcasting Corporation