Pretty Keen on Centrefolds

I look up oh so high I take a swing out of line Say Daddy Why was I born? He said shut your mouth So I creep into a cafe And people are fucking and driving and spinning around They're listening to cassettes man In the morning around the house I get naked And I'm out chasing tail again When were they born? I'm pretty keen on centrefolds But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love my like that I'm pretty keen on tubular bells But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me for that I'm peachy keen and I'm terribly kind But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me like that. I go out with this girl And people keep creeping Asking questions And pissing around When was she born? I take her to a show And the crowd were pretty vacant As their egos were rushing along Do I get to go backstage now? And I hear they're running round the dressing rooms again Naked! I bet they're out chasing tails again When was I born? I'm pretty keen on centrefolds But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me like that I'm pretty keen on tubular bells But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me for that I'm peachy keen and I'm terribly kind But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me for that I'm pretty keen on centrefolds But no-one's gonna love me No-one's... (Repeat) I'm pretty keen on centrefolds But no-one's gonna love me No-one's gonna love me like that.