The Celebutard Chronicles
She's got the biggest tits, he's got the longest dick
And I get to read about it every week
You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down
Seaward with the c-words, submerged in shit with dreams to drown
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown
This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view
The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you, oh baby, oh baby
I'll watch the fucking mouth the day it gets a date
With Ashlee Simpson or the girls in ads for Tresemme
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown
Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes, the way she shows her thighs?
The million fucking dollars, the jet skis or the guys?
How about those fucking aspirations?
Aiming for the vacuous end
I wanna need that respiration
I wanna get some press for it
Press it on, press it down
It's already up in my face now
Press it on, press it down
It's already up in my face now
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
It's already up in my face now
Oh baby
Oh baby
I wanna see my name in lights
I wanna see my name in lights
I wanna see my name in lights
And throw up in my purse and die
And I get to read about it every week
You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down
Seaward with the c-words, submerged in shit with dreams to drown
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown
This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view
The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you, oh baby, oh baby
I'll watch the fucking mouth the day it gets a date
With Ashlee Simpson or the girls in ads for Tresemme
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown
Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes, the way she shows her thighs?
The million fucking dollars, the jet skis or the guys?
How about those fucking aspirations?
Aiming for the vacuous end
I wanna need that respiration
I wanna get some press for it
Press it on, press it down
It's already up in my face now
Press it on, press it down
It's already up in my face now
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
It's already up in my face now
Oh baby
Oh baby
I wanna see my name in lights
I wanna see my name in lights
I wanna see my name in lights
And throw up in my purse and die
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Writer(s): Elvis Costello
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