Smack crack, Fleetwood Mac,
you'll have a heart attack.
You're [bad word] [bad word]  ruined.

I think you got it wrong,
Can't write a decent song.
We'll all just sing [bad word]  ruined.

In the papers every day,
with nothing new to say.
I wish you'd go [bad word]  ruined.

Don't believe the hype.
I can smell the type. [bad word] up every [bad word]  ruined.
 [bad word] (play twice)
You'll die, we all sigh, you go sky high,
Through the roof.

Second verse
Let's have a bit of rough.
You think you're really tough.
But just not hard [bad word]  ruined.

We could get famous too.
From drink and sniffing glue.
The kids are onto [bad word]  ruined.

living miracle,
too old and cynical.
Play pop and popping [bad word]  ruined.

It's nearly over now.
You'll [bad word] on somehow,
cash in your golden [bad word]  ruined.
 [bad word] (play twice again)
You'll die, we all sigh, you go sky high,
through the roof.