I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face Than someone like you I can see him in the papers Now I see him on TV He keeps talking like he knows it all now How every little thing really should be Nothing he says makes sense though He gets it wrong He's addicted to his own voice And he's been that way too long I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face Than someone like you When I woke up this morning I couldn't believe my eyes I turned on the telly yawning And there he was, throwing the dice In some stupid game show As he always is He's just another media hype Do I have to put up with this? I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face I'd rather see a pretty face Than someone like you