I'll tell you now in case you ain't heard, but I've just finished with my latest bird
She said she loved me all that sloppy stuff, she worshipped my body she couldn't get enough
She's every man's dream in her lingerie, but God did she nag about Match Of The Day

Supermodels, supermodels, they are so vain and such a pain
Supermodels, supermodels, I ain't going out with you again

She wouldn't do a thing 'round the home, yet she'd check her hair just to answer the phone
I should have known that it wouldn't last, me and supermodels are a thing of the past

Tits out, stomach in, I've just come back from the gym
Paris, London, New York, Rome, I want my tea when I get home

Plastic smile, plastic charm, dozy rock star on my arm
Loads of clothes, loads of poses, loads of cocaine up our noses