('Till You Got It)
A lovely tan, make sure they see you.
A vintage car, made by no one knows.
Dolphins are Zen-masters, didn't you know?
Wind me up, pull my string.
But remember one small thing,
Well, I can see through your bold facade
And you act like you're really hard.
But you're a Beverly Hills flop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Big, tall breakfasts so tried and true.
Always a table, never have to queue.
A million-five would be really fab.
And then you'd be good about the tab.
A movie deal and another script.
How 'bout a cowboy shooting from the hip?
Terrible men, with terrible names,
Big, big limousine here's to fame.
Wind me up and pull my string,
But remember one small thing.
Well, I can see though your bold facade,
And you act like you're really hard.
But you're a Beverly Hills flop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
You just don't know when to stop,
Like a bull in a China shop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Whoa, don't knock it.
Wind me up and pull my string,
But remember one small thing.
Well, I can see through your bold facade
And you act like you're really hard.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
You just don't know when to stop.
Like a bull in a China shop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
You're a Beverly Hills flop.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Whoa, don't knock it till you got it.
Whoa, don't knock it.
Adam Ant