Oh, such ugly glasses
These days, they’re all the rage
Six black-suited lasses?
Grieving dykes upon the stage!
And now here’s Marija
With her solemn prayer.
Bobo, he can’t bear to see a
Morbid display of dyke despair!
Lighten up, lighten up, get a life
You need something, Marija
What you want, what you need’s a wife
Nothing could be clearer
Lighten up, lighten up, get a life
Bobo wants you, Marija:
“Ai ai ai... be undead, Marija
Come girl, come nearer.”
You’re like solid concrete,
No personality.
Yet your act is complete,
A model of banality.
Your song’s sour and trite: you,
You’re in deep distress.
Maybe if Bobo could bite you
Then at least you’d wear a black dress?
Lighten up, lighten up: at first sight,
You’re so boring Marija
What you want, what you need’s a bite
Bobo says “come nearer,
Lighten up, lighten up, see the light”
Bobo wants you, Marija
Ai ai ai... be undead, Marija.
Lighten up, lighten up, get a life
Oh oh... be a survivor
Bobo says: “just for you, we’ve a wife:
An undead muff diver.”
Lighten up lighten up, get a life
Oh oh... yes you, Marija
Ai ai ai... tilt your neck, Marija
Be undead, Marija, yes you, Marija
Be undead, Marija
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