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

There's no pretense
This kid is dense
But what the hell?
The kid's a looker

Just add cash and stir
And the crash consumers line up
Shoulder to shoulder

Sometime through the night
The kid shed his life
So very sad
However do not call this number again
We're busy moulding the face
of the kid's replacement, yeah