New Lyrics to old Tune

Sing the following lyrics to the tune of "where do you go to my lovely"

You talk like Brenda Gilhooly
And you dance like Miranda Heart
Your clothes are all made by Burberry
And there’s a peculiar smell when you fart, yes there is.

You live in a fancy Mansion
In the county of West Sussex
Where you keep your Spice girl records
And a friend of Nabeel Sheikh, yes you do.

You go to Celebrity parties
Where you talk in goble de geek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you sqeak, yes they do.

But where do you go to my ugly
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from Blatchington Mill
And the painting you stole from Rolf Harris
Your Uglyness remains even still, yes it does.

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Disneyland Paris
With your carefully designed Adidas tracksuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your back.

And when the snow falls you're found in Klosters
With players of the Polo-set
And you swig your Bacardi Breezers
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

But where do you go to my ugly
When you're alone in your bed
would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

You're in between 30 and 60
A very undesirable age
Your body is loose but it’s still inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, with botox, yes you do.

Your name is heard in the Newspapers
You know Piers Morgan
He sent you a copy of his memoirs for Christmas
And you keep them just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

They say that when you got married
It was to a Transvestite
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a shite

But where do you go to my ugly
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I remember the back streets of Brighton
Two children strutting in glad rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly socialist tags, they try

So look into my face Katrina Amy Alexandria Alexis
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my ugly
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head.


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Lyrics copyright Anoneumouse