Katmandu (Face It, You’re Caviar, I’m Hotdogs)

Somebody's got a lot of would-be friends
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a

Somebody's got a lot of juice again
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a

Somebody's got a mouth that pays the rent
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a

Somebody's got a lot of ears to bend
Somebody's got a
Somebody's got a

Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu

Somebody's got a lot of books and trends
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it

Somebody's got a lot of bastard friends
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it

Somebody's got a lot of looks to mend
Somebody's got it
Somebody's got it

Somebody's got a lot of wounds to tend to

Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu
Thank God you're off to Kathmandu

Buttons and brooches and sand-flavoured potions
Hand me your lotion, I'll be clean of you
Fishnets and headbands and knights riding Batman
Bitch about me, and I'll bitch about you