(2) Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are.
You **cked up old hag, ha had, charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh. Almost a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel.
You're hot stuff with a hatpin, and good fun with a handgun.
You're nearly a laugh. You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.
(3) Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are.
You house-proud town-mouse, ha ha, charade you are.
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat, all tight lips and cold feet.
And do you feel abused? (Pant,Pant,Pant,Pant)
You gotta stem the evil tide, and keep it all on the inside.
Mary, you're nearly a treat. Mary, you're nearly a treat,
But you're really a cry.