Lyrics

[Verse 1] It all played out on the back page And you bet on the right horse And it's a curse worth fighting for I'm a front row citizen [Chorus] Babe, a shot into the arm I am Cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about [Post-Chorus] All the pop hits, will cool your jets All the pop hits, will cool your jets [Verse 2] If there's anything that needs convincing Let me know at the funeral If only luck was something measured You'd feel the weight of the world [Chorus] A shot into the arm I am cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about [Post-Chorus] All the pop hits, will cool your jets All the pop hits, will cool your jets [Chorus] A shot into the arm I'm cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about [Outro] You bet on the right horse I'm a front row damn fine citizen You've been looking for You bet on the right horse I'm a front row damn fine citizen You've been looking for