Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
"This is my home", said Charlie 'Bird' Parker, whilst he was injecting heroin
And tonight Harry's practice visits the home of Charlie 'Bird' Parker
Dr. Harry's gone sexy. now it's celebs
Told how to de-worm, Not just some pleb
In a vinyl-filled home with a disordered pooch:
We now need a soap star to pick up the poop.
Celebs are like plumbers, or traders, or vets:
Everyday workers who, for some reason,
Get their heads onto TV - attention that's fleeting,
like the loony who speaks at every staff meeting.
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home, it's my home
Dirty's the job, but there's no need to do it -
Madonna's a celeb, if only she knew it!
Too often, however, despite that they oughtn't,
Celebs think they're artists - far more important
The outrage! The hunger! Like lions hunt fawn,
Celebs stalk respect from the moment they're born,
Want art's greater glory in pre-packaged form:
Look profound, think nonsense; talk Shakespeare, act porn.
It's my last home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Ban make-up; go mystic; save species protected;
Turn Buddhist; eat sea-weed; write books; get elected;
Win Oscars; refuse
