Precious

Your mama said you’d better wear clean pants if you’re steppin’ out tonight,

Last time you went out on the town got yourself into a fight,

You keep trying to be one of the boys, but look at the way you dress,

Got your head up your own arsehole, and your life is just a mess;

CHORUS:

All these thing that you’ve been trying to hide – precious –

Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise,

Everyone knows you’re just living a lie

You’re so precious.

Slippin’ and sliding like a carpet snake with shifty beady eyes,

Even the numbers in your Filofax can’t make you dignified,

You’ve got to take a good look at yourself and ask yourself the reason why

You make a hobby of this cruel deceit – caught up in your own lies;

All these things you’ve been trying to hide – precious –

Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise

Everyone knows you’re just living a lie

You’re so precious

Bozo the sheriff from the local bank is sniffin’ your back tires

He’s got a letter from the magistrate, they’re rip offs cheats and liars

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Orient Pacific Music