Every time I see your picture on the t.v. screen   I don't care who will be king or who will be the queen   I won't stop and stare   I'm far away but not there   I don't care about the prince you marry   I don't care whose kid It is you carry   I don't care cos' I can live without them   I read it in the papers, yes I read all about them      Elvis died, you'd sold his soul, you Just had a piece   John Lennon died for rock and roll now the kids won't let him rest In peace   I won't stop and stare   Cos' I'm not quite all there   I don't buy no plastic busts of Elvis   Damn the bastard who sells locks of his hair   I read it in the papers yes I read all about them   Death moneymakers check their stocks and shares   I won't stop and stare   I'm not really there      New Romantics a way of making income   Six hundred suit guarantees you won't look like a bum   Mighty corporations I can hear them laughing   Marketing managers got you under their thumb