I look up oh so high
I take a swing out of line
Say Daddy

Why was I born?
He said shut your mouth

So I creep into a cafe
And people are fucking and driving and spinning around
They're listening to cassettes man

In the morning around the house
I get naked
And I'm out chasing tail again
When were they born?

I'm pretty keen on centrefolds
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love my like that
I'm pretty keen on tubular bells
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me for that
I'm peachy keen and I'm terribly kind
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me like that
I go out with this girl
And people keep creeping
Asking questions
And pissing around
When was she born?

I take her to a show
And the crowd were pretty vacant
As their egos were rushing along
Do I get to go backstage now?

And I hear they're running round the dressing rooms again
Naked!
I bet they're out chasing tails again
When was I born?

I'm pretty keen on centrefolds
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me like that
I'm pretty keen on tubular bells
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me for that
I'm peachy keen and I'm terribly kind
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me for that
I'm pretty keen on centrefolds
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's... (Repeat)

I'm pretty keen on centrefolds
But no-one's gonna love me
No-one's gonna love me like that