ON THE OCCASION OF MADONNA'S FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY
(TO THE TUNE OF 'LIKE A VIRGIN')
I made it through my fifth decade.
Somehow I hit Five-Oh.
Didn't know how old I looked,
Till I read Hello.
I'm in Heat, on the street,
I'd been papped, eyes were black and blue.
Cos I hadn't healed.
But you've made my face
Shiny and new.
Plastic Surgeon
Touched for the seventeenth time
Plastic Surgeon
Took my eye bags
And laughter lines.
I've been trying to hide my face lift
My looks are fading fast
Thought I'd try to distract you
With my leotard ass.
I'm so coy, 'bout my op
Throw a strop, if you say it's weird
But I can't go on
With another one
I'll end up with a beard.
Plastic Surgeon
Gave all my wrinkles a shot
Plastic Surgeon
But he can't zap
My liver spots
Oooh, oooh, oooh
I can't smile, for six weeks
If I do, I will bust a stitch
Make my nose fall off
If I even cough
Or go down on Guy Ritch
Plastic Surgeon
Gave me a nip and a tuck
Thanks to Surgeon
I'm a granny
You'd like to f**k
Plastic Surgeon (repeat to fade)