Acne

Acne, acne
All my employers wanna sack me
They got no jobs for teenage yobs
With blobs and blobs all over their visages

I get the shivers
When I stand in front of mirrors
It ain’t no fun, the girls all run
Like pigs from a gun when they see me squeeze a big ‘un

The scientists don’t like me, they want to make some money
They got themselves an idea, it isn’t very funny
They photographed my face one murky afternoon
Showed it on the news and said “Oh look, it’s the dark side of the moon.”

Pills, potions, I filled my facial cracks with medical lotions
The acne was gone, I felt glad
I woke up the next day thinking ‘Blimey, I’ve been had!’
Me warts were twice as bad

(Great!)
(Simon, don’t move)