Song Description
A very famous American Pop Icon moved to London and started pretending to be British, even going so far as to marrying a Brit who, for some reason, was masquerading as a Cockney, despite his public school upbringing. Who could let that one pass without comment?
| Song Length |
2:03 |
Genre |
Jazz - Lounge, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Similar Artists |
Ella Fitzgerald, Ween |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
They Call Me A Tramp Because I Made A Sucker Out Of A Millionaire
Words by Michael Woodman, with Sally-Anne Marsh and Henderson Shatner
He?s a pony
But he?s your best friend
He needs you now to make amends for the screw-ups that he?s had in life
You?ll grow handles as his trophy wife
Does England really love you?
Raise its hands in prayer above you?
If you had three wheels would they love you more?
?Cos He?s a phoney
He?s your Mockney Man
A Holy Friar with a Peter Pan
And he?ll beg the tabloids, on his knees
For a single glimpse of your raspberries
Ghost-written sex positions
Sold to right-wing sex physicians
If you could only read you?d lose your plot
He?s a phoney
Time for show and tell
Never had a bow around his bell
He?ll be Jack again at the academy
With a Desmond for a film degree
Does England really love you?
Raise its hands in prayer above you?
If you had three wheels would they love you more?