He thought he was
God's gift to women
And Macho man number one
He thought he was
The best thing since sliced bread
Best thing under the sun
He thought he was God's gift to women
And a real walking demigod
But well you know while he was talking
All I thought was what a sod
I thought flippin' heck he's joking
He must be like King Midas on Speed
Every thing he touches
Turns to Gold and that's just greed
I thought you shall not worship false idols
And this Pop star is a weed
He keeps growing in all the flowers
And showering them in his seed
Well God's gift to women
Macho hombera uno numbero one
Your ego's writing cheques so inhuman
You must be off the cast of Top gun
He's got a body of an Adonis
Like a statue of the Greeks
He's so phoney when he phones us
It's like a plastic doll who speaks
He's making mince meat of ponies
And he's talking pie in the sky to bits
He's keeping mum and she loves his bum
And his auntie thinks he's fit
Oh he's God's gift to women alright
He's God's idea of a joke
He's a spanner in the works
And a stick in the spokes
He's turned the applecart over tonight
And there's a burning chariot wheel
And Achilles has twisted his heel
Oedipus Rex with his mother complex
Told him he would not stand up in court
But King Midas wrote cheques
And his gold finger flexed
And he ended up getting more than he thought
He's a disaster on two feet
He means to cause you harm
Don't listen to his Cheat sheet
Don't fall for his charm
He'll get you undercover
Then like a fire raise an alarm
And like James Bond he kills his lovers
While his mother inherits the farm
He's got too many arms
Like an octopus
and a finger in every pie
I wish he would go but he's opted with us
Rather than the spirit in the sky
