Lyrics
Inflate you waistcoat
Wind down your eyes
Tie on your best smile
Check your disguise
Dryclean your old jokes
Practise despair
Hide your relations
Under the stairs
You're invited to attend the turkey
Party convention
Isn't that nice?
You can leave your troubles at the door
We have ways to make you cheer
As long as you're not sick or poor
A negro or a queer
We can fit you with a suit of clothes
That will make you look like us
An appointments book and a new outlook
A ladder or a truss
Have another cup of reality
Drink and drink some more
You can own a boat, a house, a car
Or live like Howard Hughes
Come on what have you got to lose
If you're discreet there are pleasures sweet
You can even swap your wife
If you're only sign the dotted line
You'll be fine, oh, so fine
Thank you for joining here
Here are your pills
Man in the white coat
WilI send you the bill
Would you like to meet
Our most distinguished member
A doctor, Faustus by name
Is my, is my
Is my face on straight?
Is my face on straight?
Will they laugh at the gate
Oh, I mustn't be late
Is my face on straight?
Is my face on straight?
Will they let me throught the gate
Oh, I mustn't be late
Is my face on straight?
Is my face on straight?
Writer(s): Peter John Sinfield, Franco Mussida, Flavio Franco Premoli
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