Bringing the News from Nowhere Quotes
Bringing the News from Nowhere
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“Come to the market and sample an orgy!
Come to the fair for a thruppenny thrill!
Sell him a tomb or a tumbler of strychnine!
If you don't, there's plenty of others that will,
If you don't, there's others that will.
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The ones who have nothing to sell?
The failures, the fumbling muddly ones
Who never do anything well?
Who never remember their name or number
And lose their place in the queue?
And what can you do for the ugly ones
When they can't do a thing for you?
Roll up, roll up to the mechanised peepshow!
Bow down, bow down in the temple of lust!
What am I bid for the lips of bravado
And Anita's marvellous, marvellous bust,
And Anita's marvellous bust?
But what shall we do with the ugly ones
Who just haven't got what it takes?
Whose breasts won't boost the marketing charms
Or win the nubility stakes?
Their legs won't sustain the ad man's campaign
Or front the glamour parade.
And no one invests in the ugly ones,
The ones who won't make the grade
Dress yourself smart for the paysetter's party!
Dance to the swing of the trendsetter’s call!
The prince is cool in an Aston Martin,
Eyeing Cinderella, she's the belle of the ball,
Cinderella's the bell of the ball!
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The crippled, the sick, and the old?
Who haven't got anything left to do
But shroud themselves off from the cold?
Give them a penny—they haven't any!
It's time for the charity game.
But we can't change the rules for the ugly ones,
And nobody here's to blame.
The moth-eared midget is starting to fidget;
Soon it will be his turn to go.
The flesh and the fur are starting to stir;
Hurry up, dear, or we'll miss the show!
Be quick, or we'll miss the show!
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The freaks with nothing to sell?
The stupefied stunted shell-shocked ones,
In their halitosic hell?
They can't stand the pace of the status race
Or cash in on the rush to rebel.
And there's nothing to do for the ugly ones,
The ones with nothing to sell.”
― Bringing the News from Nowhere
Come to the fair for a thruppenny thrill!
Sell him a tomb or a tumbler of strychnine!
If you don't, there's plenty of others that will,
If you don't, there's others that will.
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The ones who have nothing to sell?
The failures, the fumbling muddly ones
Who never do anything well?
Who never remember their name or number
And lose their place in the queue?
And what can you do for the ugly ones
When they can't do a thing for you?
Roll up, roll up to the mechanised peepshow!
Bow down, bow down in the temple of lust!
What am I bid for the lips of bravado
And Anita's marvellous, marvellous bust,
And Anita's marvellous bust?
But what shall we do with the ugly ones
Who just haven't got what it takes?
Whose breasts won't boost the marketing charms
Or win the nubility stakes?
Their legs won't sustain the ad man's campaign
Or front the glamour parade.
And no one invests in the ugly ones,
The ones who won't make the grade
Dress yourself smart for the paysetter's party!
Dance to the swing of the trendsetter’s call!
The prince is cool in an Aston Martin,
Eyeing Cinderella, she's the belle of the ball,
Cinderella's the bell of the ball!
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The crippled, the sick, and the old?
Who haven't got anything left to do
But shroud themselves off from the cold?
Give them a penny—they haven't any!
It's time for the charity game.
But we can't change the rules for the ugly ones,
And nobody here's to blame.
The moth-eared midget is starting to fidget;
Soon it will be his turn to go.
The flesh and the fur are starting to stir;
Hurry up, dear, or we'll miss the show!
Be quick, or we'll miss the show!
But what shall we do with the ugly ones,
The freaks with nothing to sell?
The stupefied stunted shell-shocked ones,
In their halitosic hell?
They can't stand the pace of the status race
Or cash in on the rush to rebel.
And there's nothing to do for the ugly ones,
The ones with nothing to sell.”
― Bringing the News from Nowhere
