You Am I - Lookalikes lyrics
[You Am I - Lookalikes lyrics]
George Orwell works down the bottle shop
With a wink
He gives me twelve percent off the top
Bette Davis cuts the bottom off
A long stemmed rose
And gives me to it gratis with
The touch of her nose
Sable Starr she toots the horn of her car
Shouts, "You're looking good, Timmy"
She's my favourite by far
Geddy Lee on a coach in a hell of a rush
I'm going nowhere and he's
Got somewhere to be, ooh ooh
Lookalikes, well
Thеy're a dime a dozen 'round hеre
Let's open up a pub, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Maradonna drives the 246 bus
Moondog rolls a cigarette on a log
Mackenzie Phillips straights a quip on
A trip with her dog
George Clinton strolls in a world of his own
Am I the only one who's
Tabulating? What's it going on?
Marcia Langton sit's
Sucking tea and a croissant
There's that Angel trippin balls at Alamont
A dizzying display of cause célèbre
I'm a star-stuck baby Jacques Tati and
Est-ce que c'est? Ooh ooh
Lookalikes, well
They're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub
Fifty bucks to a beer
Misuss Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us carnival clowns
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us circus clowns
I can't be all alone yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Lookalikes, well
They're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub
Fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus
Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here
Let's open up a club, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus
He's on the bus oh, he's on the bus
Oh, we're on the bus
With a wink
He gives me twelve percent off the top
Bette Davis cuts the bottom off
A long stemmed rose
And gives me to it gratis with
The touch of her nose
Sable Starr she toots the horn of her car
Shouts, "You're looking good, Timmy"
She's my favourite by far
Geddy Lee on a coach in a hell of a rush
I'm going nowhere and he's
Got somewhere to be, ooh ooh
Lookalikes, well
Thеy're a dime a dozen 'round hеre
Let's open up a pub, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Maradonna drives the 246 bus
Moondog rolls a cigarette on a log
Mackenzie Phillips straights a quip on
A trip with her dog
George Clinton strolls in a world of his own
Am I the only one who's
Tabulating? What's it going on?
Marcia Langton sit's
Sucking tea and a croissant
There's that Angel trippin balls at Alamont
A dizzying display of cause célèbre
I'm a star-stuck baby Jacques Tati and
Est-ce que c'est? Ooh ooh
Lookalikes, well
They're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub
Fifty bucks to a beer
Misuss Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us carnival clowns
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us circus clowns
I can't be all alone yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Lookalikes, well
They're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub
Fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus
Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here
Let's open up a club, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus
He's on the bus oh, he's on the bus
Oh, we're on the bus