Exhibit F, the reporters said loved you to death after the watershed Between the Open University and closedown you were dead
He'd wrmed your cockles with his magic tricks glasses, bottles, bottles, filter tips John Player Special Number 666
Exhibit G from the family firm his bride to be taking twisted turns To give you French kisses and Chinese burns
You see, she'd had a skinful and she couldn't stop like a pitbull in a china shop And all the King's social workers, the ghurkas and the cops somehow couldn't love you back to life again now
A black eye for a black eye, a chipped tooth for a chiped tooth a fraction of a half life some housework and some home truths And nothing but the home truth
And it's goodbye Ruby Tuesday Come home you silly cow We've baked a cake and your friends are waiting and David Icke says he'd like to show us how to love you back to life again now