No. 1's Cooking

Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the Funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee I wish it was me Money and pleasure make me tick Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking But we've all got our place This planet's got its funny ways We just have a good time They have a bad time It's just awful doing nothing When everything's so fine Treading on a fragile line We can't ignore the suffering But we do Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking And when the leaves turn brown I hope I've still got my feet on the ground It's too easy to feel guilty Basically it's got to be said, That anyone with a pretty head Could save the world instead, And I'm a guilty girlish thing But charity makes my ego ring Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking Whichever way you're looking Number one's the one that's cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking And all that is just twisted