Oh yes! Let's!nYes, let's!nlet's go to that new placenwith a name a bit like... uh, that placenwhere the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails allnchemically macenwe'll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh... outer spacennThere will be seven foot women therenfive o'clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwearnand the animals go in,ntwo by two,ninto the circus, into the zoo... into the loonnAnd hog boars snufflenwith curly pig tails,nguest lists cysts leaving trails like snails,nthere will be the pierced,nand the piercing screaming studsnfiercer than Elvis,npure phets, no dudsnFake diamonds, holographicncheekier than Jesus, but uh, pornographicnnOh do, yes!nOh do, yes! Let's!nlet's go to the new place!nnAnd user friendly all are we,nand the tired triednand what do you do?nI'm God, you liednand the animals go in two by twonthe warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteaternall drinking 5 pound beers by the litrennIt's all right, she saysnyou don't have to pay, 'causen(he's a member) he's a membernnWearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of Decembernsuddenly, I'm on top form and terribly brightnglitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every... nightnI'm an extraordinarily curious creature and I know itnhow bohemian! Shush for the poetnnah f**k that! Let's go to the loo, like animals, two by twonand what was it you said you do?nnIs there any way I can network with you?nnAnd you tell me about a movie you're making, hopefully making,nhopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making,nhopefully.nAnd you talk for too longnand then you say I love this songnmust shake a leg on the dance floornwith that fashion type wild boarnand she needs an apple shoved into her fat gobnoh look! It's that junky lead singer, I hear he's a nob!nnNo, I know him actually and he's alright, going solonand he's good for a line any night.nnOh! Come on, let's go to the place with a name like that placenand come on, give me more, give me more to consume!nI'm fatter than Elvis and I'm cheekier than Jesus in this VIP roomnwith the super models, the rock stars and the... super flynand then she said, morbidly,nnow would be a good place to die.nnOut of my face, in the place with the name like that placenon the front page tomorrow, my facenheadline reading mystery death in new placennFor she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hitsnthat actress, that director and that model with the fabulous titsnand then everyone will really want to go to that place, 'cause it's got a name... uh, like that placenwhere you get so out of your face (face, face, face!)nand then everyone will want to go to that place.nnYou're in a place with a name like that place,