Vanity Fair

Cardboard people, cardboard people

Cardboard people, cardboard people

Cardboard people, cardboard people

Cardboard people, cardboard people

Walking down an open lane

People passing by

Wearing hats with famous names

Written on the side

Their sideways glances say that

There's something very wrong with us

Their fancy's very fanciful

They're different but the same

There's something vaguely comical

Such pride devoid of shame

They strut the day fantastic

And everyone is driven by their lust

What's in at the fashion show?

There's only one way to know

Come on, let's go

Let's go to vanity fair

Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run

Let's go to vanity fair

Where they've got everything

That's under the sun

Everybody must be cool

Or you will be ignored

Or maybe worse you'll go to school

The trashcan your reward

You better figure out a way

To be a have and not a have not

What's in at the fashion show?

There's only one way to know

Come on, let's go

Let's go to vanity fair

Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run

Let's go to vanity fair

Where they've got everything

That's under the sun

Excuse me, sir

Perhaps you could find a proper proprietor

To put some pizzazz back in your pantacle pantry

My pantacle pantry?

My pantacle what!?

Come on, let's go

Let's go to vanity fair

Where the jacks and the queens and the jokers run

Let's go to vanity fair

Where they've got everything

That's under the sun

Let's go to vanity fair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's go to vanity fair

Where they've got everything

That's under the sun