Glam-Racket / Star (Live, John Peel Session 17/12/94)

Stop eating all that chocolate

Eat salad instead

In fact, you're a half-wit from somewhere or other

Why don't you bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland

Glam rick

Glam rick

Don't try to cheat me, I'm fragile

You hang around with camera crews in shell-suits

You lecture on sweets, you read Viz comic

Glam rick

Glam rick

You are bequeathed in suede

You are entrenched in suede

Glam rick

You've got celluloid in your genes Dad

You are glam rick

You've cut my income by one third

You are working on a video project

You hog the bathroom

And never put your hand in your pocket

Glam rick

You're glam rick

You're paging the Malagna in Spain

But can't read between the lines

Your price, cut down is amazing

You're one of the best songs I've ever heard by Stephen King

Glam rick

Rhinestone

Your Clearasil produces Richthofen rashes

Sideboard-like on mountains

Clearasil is in conjunction

Shadrach, the shock

Glam rick

You post out sixty-page computer printouts

On the end of forests

All the above will come back to you

And confirm you as a damn pest

Glam rick

Glam rick

You're glam rick