He can't dance or sing He can't do anything But, what the hell? The kid's a looker Just add cash and stir And there you are Another nonsense non-star La la la da da da la la la... There's no pretense This kid is dense But, what the hell? The kid's a looker Just add cash and stir And the crass consumers line up Shoulder to shoulder La la la da da da la la la... Sometime through the night The kid she'd his life So very sad However do not call this number again We're busy molding the face Of the kid's replacement, yeah La la la da da da la la la...