Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Tortilla chips are on my lips
And no one's pressed against my hips
Bad beat poet late at nightThe city gets bright I can't see
The neon lights don't work on me
I am no watcher in the fightCharlie says nobody's got
The strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful, they're all just
Mediocre men of the hourIf sex was love, I'd be so set
I'd know the most that we could get
I never had the tits and ass
To go and take a master classCharlie says nobody's got
The strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful, they're all just
Mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Mediocre men, mediocre menYou take me places and you make cool faces
When our sex erases the lonely past
And you found me when I was first
And ten against eleven men who could kick my ass
But anyway, it's probably gonna passI do not know but it's been said
The hero Hogan was found dead
With something wrapped around his head
The price he paid was more than breadCharlie's says nobody's got
The strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautifulNo one is really beautiful, they're all just
Mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre jokers of the hourIf what you're looking for is an action star
I'm a superstar stud with a formula car
And cleft in my chin and a facial scarMovin' hard with a squeaky wheel gets the grease
I'm a road hog Harley on my hands and my knees
I'm begging for your love pleaseNo one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautifulNo one is really beautiful, they're all just
Mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Mediocre