Lyrics

Hit Song

Words and Music by Gordon Moir and George Paterson


I want to write a Hit Song and I want to write it now,
I want to write a Hit Song so c?mon and show me how

When I?m in the charts, it will be so neat,
Supermodels in my hair and Filmstars at my feet

We?ll go out at nights, hit the clubs and fights
And get our picture in a magazine
My ex-wife will get mad
But that?ll be too bad
After all she?s done to me

I?m tired of being alone
Want to eat beef off the bone,
On the phone to the Rolling Stone too
I?m tired of getting home late
Having nothing but dust on my plate,
Channel Four?s my hottest date too.

I want to write a Hit Song and I want to write it now,
I want to write a Hit Song so c?mon and show me how

When I?m in the charts, it?ll be so funny
?Cause they don?t mind you being ugly
When you?ve got some money

We?ll go out at nights, hit the clubs and fights
And get our picture in a magazine
Nubile girls will go mad
But that won?t be so bad
Except for the ones that are stalking me

I?m tired of having no friends
On the shifts that never gonna end,
Won?t you buy me a Mercedes Benz too?
I want to advertise beer
Papers speculate if I?m queer,
?Cause Robbie?s tongue is stuck in my ear too

I want to write a Hit Song and I want to write it now
I want to write a Hit Song so c?mon and show me how


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