Lookalikes

[Verse 1]
George Orwell works down the bottle shop
With a wink, he gives me twelve percent off the top
Bette Davis cuts the bottom off a long stemmed rose
And gives me to it gratis with the touch of her nose
Sable Starr she toots the horn of her car
Shouts, "You're looking good, Timmy", she's my favourite by far
Geddy Lee on a coach in a hell of a rush
I'm going nowhere and he's got somewhere to be, ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Lookalikes, well, thеy're a dime a dozen 'round hеre
Let's open up a pub, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Maradonna drives the 246 bus

[Verse 2]
Moondog rolls a cigarette on a log
Mackenzie Phillips straights a quip on a trip with her dog
George Clinton strolls in a world of his own
Am I the only one who's tabulating? What's it going on?
Marcia Langton sits, sucking tea and a croissant
There's that Angel trippin balls at Alamont
A dizzying display of cause célèbre
I'm a star-stuck baby Jacques Tati and est-ce que c'est? Ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Lookalikes, well, they're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer
Misuss Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus

[Bridge]
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us carnival clowns
Nothing to see here (Nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but us circus clowns
I can't be all alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?
Oh, why did you confess?

[Chorus]
Lookalikes, well, they're a dime a dozen 'round here
Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
Plato drives the 246 bus
Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here
Let's open up a club, fifty bucks to a beer
Missus Tussaud's got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus

[Outro]
He's on the bus
Oh, he's on the bus
Oh, we're on the bus