Oh no, another shit Saturday night
My jeans don't fit and the money is tight

Adele is working down at the charity shop
They got a pair of boots in
So maybe she'll swap
For my Biba blouse
And my pink feather boa
Is shedding all its feathers
I don't wanna live no more
I got my diamante and my stick-on stars
I got my New York Dolls
I got my Spiders from Mars

Trash Glam, baby
It's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball, honey
Through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
And maybe getting burned
Dancing too close to the lights

In class, they teach "World Civilizations"
I can't get my head around the whole situation
I mean, how can you have an adult conversation
Without talking about Trash Glam Nation?
Trash Glam, baby
It's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball, honey
Through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
And maybe getting burned
Dancing too close to the lights

Trash Glam, baby
It's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball, honey
Through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
And maybe getting burned
Dancing too close to the lights

Yeah, I'm a tank top terrorist
I'm making the scene
My fishnet's gotten ladders
All along the seams

I'm your basic vacant youth
If you know what I mean
It ain't retro
It's just metro 2017
Trash Glam, baby
It's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball, honey
Through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
And maybe getting burned
Dancing too close to the lights

Another shit Saturday night
Another shit Saturday night
My jeans don't fit
And the money is tight
Another shit Saturday night