Lost in a crowd and shouting out loud come find me
I don't wanna come across bitter and dramatic
But every crowd I get lost in seems so thematic
It's always engineers or elephants or rodeos or space-themed idgets
I woulda thoughta I woulda stood out int a crowd of lesbian midgets
Y It's always where (where where) where's wally
I just can't bear (where where) where's wally
But it's not fair
Cos I'm right there and you just stare
Picking me out in a crowd should be instinctive
My frustration it is never ending
Wearing all this red and white and still I blend in
E flat
S Wearing beanies
Chorus
S That's Wally!!
S Um, he only knows one dance
S The cha cha!!
S Ahh You thought I was going to say the hokey-pokey!
Y That topic is now officially covered!!!!
Y I'm sick and tired of everyone dressing like I do
shoule get some new clothes, bulk up, get a tan, lose the glasses, neaten up
the bikini line by means of electrolysis