The James Clark Institute - Popularity Contest lyrics

Clark She's so curt with her words, they got me down to size Despite her laconic ways, her popularity rises Higher, higher. She's so dark with her heart, it puts mine to shame Though she tears me apart, I keep falling just like rain. Falling from higher, higher. I only wish that I could be a little more popular Like her train driving monkey, like her train driving monkey. She's so approachable though I can never get near To what she's all about now that I'm no longer needed here By her, by her. And I only wish that I could be a little more popular Like her train driving monkey, like her train driving monkey Like her drum banging monkey, like her drum banging monkey. Mr. Postman, please, don't bring me no more of these I don't want to read about her popularity Mr. Postman, please, don't bring me no more of these I don't need to read about her popularity. He wins, he's the best in her popularity contest.