Lyrics:

... This Town ...That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his
big bottom lip and gave his very best little boy look It was a song with a topical verse which I'm afraid he then proceeded
to sing Something about the moody doomed love of the Fish-Finger King Chorus: You're nobody in this town You're nobody in
this crowd You're nobody till everybody in this town thinks you're poison, Got your number knows it must be avoided You're
nobody till everybody in this town thinks you're a bastard Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row Although he swears th
at he's the salt of the earth He's so proud of the 'kick-me-hard' sign that they hung on his back at birth He said 'I apprec
iate beauty, if I have one, then it's my fault' 'Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in my vault' Chorus The girl wi
th the eternity rock went down on her bookie to buy some stock Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say 'The corporatio
n thief is The New Jesse James' Her clothes and her attention were scant, her eyes were everywhere, Her eyes were like absti
nthe [sic] The little green figures that dance on his screen say everything you want to hear and nothing they mean They mad
e love while she was changing her dress She wiped him off she wiped him out and then she made him confess A little amused by
the belief in her power You must remember this it was the fetish of the hour Chorus