With a face like that you need a staysharp hat
The cut of your clothes always makes me bleed
And any for that finds you irresistable
Should check you ears for something in between
You've got to style that smile, wear that stare
Steer that sneer, work that smirk and look that look
You've got the look of the living dead
You've got the look
Got the look of the living dead, yeah yeah yeah yeah
On the beach you try to look so self assure
But every face you try will show the strain
Dressing up like that, you're going to be observed
So why do you treat eyes with such distain?
He's got the look, she's got the look, they've all got the look...
© Mal Webb 1990