I May Be Ugly Lyrics - Beautiful South

(Heaton/Rotheray) 

With a face like a crab's bus ticket 

And skin like a llama's door mat 

He was always gonna struggle 

Nature had seen to that 

He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies 

Where Bogart gets the dame 

But a lorry load of Lorre 

Is still the score of pain 

And he sings 

I may be ugly 

But I've got the bottle-opener 

He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw 

And in the party party politics of this ugly fame 

There is no orderly queue 

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With a chin like a tramp's juke-box 

And eyes like a rhino's ash-tray 

It was always going to be pantomime 

That made him sing and dance anyway 

When you feel like London 

And you look like Hull 

You think Travolta pulled Newton - John 

Who did John Hurt pull? 

And they compliment the compliment 

And it's driving you insane 

It's like talking to a helicopter 

When you know that you're a plane 

Breath like a mountain goat's satchel 

Nose like a pool of sick 

But you always leave your flies ahoy 

'Cause the world wants to suck your dick 

Let it suck! 

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And he sings 

I may be ugly 

But I've got the bottle-opener 

He may be fat but he's got the cork-screw 

And in the party party politics of this ugly fame 

There is no orderly queue