He's the only fun in town
That heliocentric
New Romantic
But you look down
On the foreigner
On the visitor

See the slouching silhouette
Of the visitor
Of the traveller
No pose, no trick, no cigarette
That heliocentric
New Romantic

And he's got new stuff
Stuff you never knew
And he's got new thoughts
About things you didn't do
And you're not strong enough
But you act tough, don't you?
You send the foreigner
To the coroner

Go ahead, and put him down
Mock his rodeo
Mock his zydeco
But the only game in town
Is the foreigner
Is the traveller
He's the only fun in town
That heliocentric
New Romantic
But you look down
You send the foreigner
To the coroner

Ga ga the green guitar
Wrapped in a wrapper with a trickle of flour
Stick it in the oven and bang it's done
All fall flat with a trickle of cum
Ba ba the butcher's mad
The sea is all covered with a horrible flag
The man says yes and the man says no
The great plug hole is where we all go