That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the pianonLike he was pawing a dirty booknHe bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave hisnVery best little boy looknIt was a song with a topical verse which I'mnAfraid he then proceeded to singnSomething about the moody doomed love ofnThe Fish-Finger Kingnn[Chorus:]nYou're nobody in this townnYou're nobody in this crowdnYou're nobody till everybody in this townnThinks you're poison,nGot your number knows it must be avoidednYou're nobody till everybody in this townnThinks you're a bastardnnMr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man RownAlthough he swears that he's the salt of the earthnHe's so proud of the kick-me-hard sign thatnThey hung on his back at birthnHe said I appreciate beauty, if I have one, thennIt's my faultnBeauty is on my pillow, beauty is there innMy vaultnn[Chorus]nnThe girl with the eternity rock went down onnHer bookie to buy some stocknNow all her signs in the shopping arcades saynThe corporation thief is The New Jesse JamesnHer clothes and her attention were scant, hernEyes were everywhere,nHer eyes were like absinthenThe little green figures that dance on his screennSay everything you want to hear and nothingnThey meannThey made love while she was changing her dressnShe wiped him off she wiped him out and thennShe made him confessnA little amused by the belief in her powernYou must remember this it was the fetish ofnThe hournn[Chorus]