Barry Lawton - The Beautiful People

Enough chips on your shoulder to open a shop
Comfortably mid table always looking up at the top
Where the grass is always greener and the skies are cloudless and blue
And the fences all reach higher to stop the oikeys peeping through
She lives with a man with all the style and finesse
Of Fred Astaire with a clubfoot Elvis in a string vest
In a house that has enough boltholes in which she can hide
The mirror portrays a demeanor of tough luck and slack pride
She's dreaming She's longing she's scheming to be one of the beautiful people
She's squinting through the sunshine at the steeple on the church of the beautiful people
Her tv and her magazines show her all she could be leaving behind
Through the trials and tribulations of the vacuous and other like minds
Clings to the coat tails of those that her down
Hangs like a ghost round the walls as there doing there rounds
She's patronized and pitied and finally dumped and dispeised
Still you'll carry on regardless till the obvious is brought to your eyes

Written by:
Barry Lawton

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