This is a story about a boy called paul And a show called good news week About mikey and julie
Early morning He wakes up Knock, knock, knock On the door It's time for make-up A perfect smile It's you they're all waiting for And they go
"isn't he lovely, this canberra boy?" And they say, "he's so lucky, he's star" But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking "if there's nothing missing in my life, then Why do these tears come at night?"
Lost in an image In a dream But there's no-one there to wake him up And the world keeps on spinning, And he keeps on winning But tell me, what happens when it stops? Oh my god, the show's over!
"isn't he lovely, this canberra boy?" And they say, "he's so lucky, he's star" But he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking "if there's nothing missing in my life, then Why do these tears come at night?"