Size of the mosquito bite on her face
Swelled up to the size of a great big bite
Like a boxer after a fight

She won't go out see her friends
Say they don't love her anymore
She's insecure well I wouldn't have guessed

Ain't it strange where we come from
I do hope my friends love me for
More than just my shining blue eyes
And my vocal roar
Do not air your political views
With Reg around, you're bound to lose
He won't talk to you if you wear blue jeans
Blue jeans that's extreme

Hot dog, feel the pain you look sick
I'll look the other way
Hot dog, what a shame look so cool
But you all look the same

What's gone wrong with looking
Over your shoulder
Your beautiful song will bowl me
Right over in pain

John felt he was so detached
He spilt jam on his three piece suit
He really lost his rag
He went mad, he went mad

Martine won't be seen in public
With her Mum who's just hypnotic
There she's judged by who she's with
And the company she keeps
The company she keeps
Ain't it strange where we come from
I do hope my friends love me for
More than just my shining blue eyes
And my vocal roar
And my charming disposition

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Gavan Whelan, James Glennie, James Gott, Timothy Booth