Do you see what they are

Do you hear what they say

People it is sad but true

They're dressed really stupid

But they think they're O.K.

And they got no use for you

The dead girls of London

Why do they act that way?



Maybe it's the water, mama

Maybe it's the tea

Maybe it's the way they was raised

Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers

Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze

Well the dead girls of London

Why do they act that way?



We're the dead girls of London

We thinks we are fine

We ain't hittin' on nothin'

But the boutique frame of mind



You see 'em dancing at the disco every night

Like a bunch of little robot queens

Making little noises full of fake delight

But they're really just so full of beans

The dead girls of London

Why do they act that way?



We're the dead girls of London

We thinks we are fine

We ain't hittin' on nothin'

But the boutique frame of mind



Boutique frame of mind

Gee I like your pants

Boutique frame of mind

Gee I like your pants

Boutique frame of mind

Gee I like your pants