Fashion Awards - Eels

Let’s go down to the fashion show

With all the pretty people that you don’t know

We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs

They’ll hand awards out for Best Hair

And if we don’t win one, well, then

We’ll blow off our heads in despair

We’ll blow off our heads in despair

I smell magic in the room

Flashing lights and sonic booms

Lovely saps all without a care

Nobody said that the world was fair

And if they did say so, well, then

We’ll blow off our heads in despair

We’ll blow off our heads in despair

Let’s go down to the fashion show

With all the pretty people and piles of blow

We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs

And hang on tight to our bus fare

And if it falls between the seats

We’ll blow off our heads in despair

We’ll blow off our heads in despair