Katmandu (Face It, You’re Caviar, I’m Hotdogs)
Somebody's got a lot of would-be friends
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a lot of juice again
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a mouth that pays the rent
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a lot of ears to bend
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Somebody's got a lot of books and trends
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got a lot of bastard friends
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got a lot of looks to mend
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got a lot of wounds to tend to
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Buttons and brooches and sand-flavoured potions
Hand me your lotion, I'll be clean of you
Fishnets and headbands and knights riding Batman
Bitch about me, and I'll bitch about you