Lyrics

Somebody's got a lot of would-be friends Somebody's got a Somebody's got a Somebody's got a lot of juice again Somebody's got a Somebody's got a Somebody's got a mouth that pays the rent Somebody's got a Somebody's got a Somebody's got a lot of ears to bend Somebody's got a Somebody's got a Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Somebody's got a lot of books and trends Somebody's got it Somebody's got it Somebody's got a lot of bastard friends Somebody's got it Somebody's got it Somebody's got a lot of looks to mend Somebody's got it Somebody's got it Somebody's got a lot of wounds to tend to Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Thank God you're off to Kathmandu Buttons and brooches and sand-flavoured potions Hand me your lotion, I'll be clean of you Fishnets and headbands and knights riding Batman Bitch about me, and I'll bitch about you