Mission Of Burma - Nancy Reagan's Head Lyrics
Fat lot of good it's done youTryin' to play the foolWhen we know full wellYou know your ass from your apposiveThis club has standards, manyTry to come up shortThat touch of thickness that makes aProper mesomorph, proper mesomorphFive-foot-one,Eyes as cold as stone,Topped off by that hard blackened helmet,And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head,(No way that thing came with that body)(instrumental breakdown)We, believe, believeIf, we, believeStrike up the band, it's official,You've got my backNext thing I know, I got meA chronic pain in the sacroliliacThink it's funny? laughWant your money back?Count it out, then,One-two-three-four-five-foot-one,Eyes as cold as stone,Topped off by that fierce ___ helmetAnd I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head,(No way that thing came with that body)And Roxy Music came to save the world,And all I got was this lousy T-shirt ,And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head,(No way that thing came with that body)(Instrumental fadeout) 
