Somebody Special - Fish

She’s got a photograph of David Bowie

In a Victorian hand made frame

Signed backstage by a roadie in his name

She’s got Hemingway in her bedside table

And a pistol under a pillow beside her head

The bullets round her neck

She wants to wear suits

A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes

She’s been taking tips from tables for too long

She drinks frozen Stolichnaya

She likes powders from Peru

She don’t like no one to tell her what to do Chorus

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special

She wants to wear suits

She’s got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude

She likes Japanese movies, she likes Chinese food

She’s got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet

She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she’s willing to compete

Chorus

She put her mind to the classroom but outside

She learned more from giving head

She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend

She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team

He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream

But, she wants to wear suits

Chorus

She’s got a wedding ring

That’s Cartier as far as you can tell

She threw it down the local wishing well

She’d lost it in the kitchen sink

Or in a desert motel room

The insurance claim just couldn’t come too soon

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special

She’s somebody special

Do you want to be somebody special

Could you be somebody special

Somebody special

(Dick/Boult/Paton)