I've only got one real fan
   She is not woman, she is not man
   She's got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan
   Her clan surpasses beauty
   always love and never duty
   A beauty that feels so alien to this land
  
   These feelings should be censored they should be banned
   But when you put a porn-star in these hands
   I'm the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram
   You got this straight to play the fool
   Miss out nursery, miss out school
   And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram
  
   How do you make so special look like dross
   How do you make expensive look budget cost
   If it's power to the workers then you are the boss
   You make bluebells look like moss
   Gave a second coat to gloss
   And made Lennon's little Ono look like dross
   If prostitution was not illegal
   you'd make cheap sex look so regal
   Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost
  
   The famous they get stalkers, they get pests
   But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest
   All that Lennon could imagine
   was not you, was just a fraction
   and all half-hearted get is second best