I was flippin’ through magazines when I noticed a horrible scam
Everybody had perfectly plucked eyebrows and a perfect tan
Then I looked in the mirror and shuddered at what look back at me
It was a horrid face that was screwed for fame ‘cause it was too ugly.
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I’m screwed for fame ‘cause I’m ugly
Just meant to be that I make no money
Never gonna have airplay ‘cause I forgot to pick up good looks
Don’t matter if I write good songs from me fame was took.
Well I ain’t got a perfect nose and I ain’t got perfect hair
But I’ll play my guitar with a sense of freedom everywhere
No one will say, “Just a little more blush on his cheeks”
Because they’ll like what I play and then good music might they seek.
Out on the street, no bread or meat
No shoes on my feet thanks to MTV
Went to get a record deal, they said my looks did not appeal
That’s when I learned that music from the media was not real.
Well I may not wear a Speedo, and have people enjoy me for my looks
They’ll enjoy me for my music, that way when I’m eighty, they’ll still be hooked
No one will say, “Let’s buy him another chin,”
‘Cause what’s been given to me is a blessing and on fake body parts no money will I spend.
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