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Every time I see your picture on the t.v. screen I don't care who will be king or who will be the queen I won't stop and stare I'm far away but not there I don't care about the prince you marry I don't care whose kid It is you carry I don't care cos' I can live without them I read it in the papers, yes I read all about them Elvis died, you'd sold his soul, you Just had a piece John Lennon died for rock and roll now the kids won't let him rest In peace I won't stop and stare Cos' I'm not quite all there I don't buy no plastic busts of Elvis Damn the bastard who sells locks of his hair I read it in the papers yes I read all about them Death moneymakers check their stocks and shares I won't stop and stare I'm not really there New Romantics a way of making income Six hundred suit guarantees you won't look like a bum Mighty corporations I can hear them laughing Marketing managers got you under their thumb From Letras Mania