I can see Manson holding me to ransom
Gun to my feet now he wants to see me dancin'
I can see Mickey Mouse sitting on a shrinks couch
Tryin' to cure his hang-up
By screwin' little Minnie Mouse
I can see Madonna starin' at a a shotgun
Now she doesn't feel so sexy now she wants to be a nun
I can see George Best tryin' to give the drink a rest
Now he's down the station failin' a blood test

Love-uh is better
Than your nine to five on your G.C.S.E's
Love-oh is better
Than your HIV and your University
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

There goes Elvis, lookin' for his pelvis
Colonel Tom has dug it up and put it in for service
Over the hill comes Huckleberry Hound
Looking full of rabies and he's heading into town
There goes Kennedy looking for a remedy
Someone blew his head off and now he's in a cemetry
Mr.Blonde said to Mr.Blue, who's that cop he said I haven't got a clue

Love-uh is better
Than your nine to five on your G.C.S.E's
Love-oh is better
Than your HIV and your University
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Love-uh is better
Than your nine to five on your G.C.S.E's
Love-oh is better
Than your HIV and your University
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Love-uh is better
Than your nine to five on your G.C.S.E's
Love-oh is better
Than your HIV and your University
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah