I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
Than someone like you
I can see him in the papers
Now I see him on TV
He keeps talking like he knows it all now
How every little thing really should be
Nothing he says makes sense though
He gets it wrong
He's addicted to his own voice
And he's been that way too long
I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
Than someone like you
When I woke up this morning
I couldn't believe my eyes
I turned on the telly yawning
And there he was, throwing the dice
In some stupid game show
As he always is
He's just another media hype
Do I have to put up with this?
I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
I'd rather see a pretty face
Than someone like you