WHAT A KINGDOM IN THOSE PANTS / FROM THE NORTH OF ENGLAND TO THE SOUTH OF FRANCE / WHAT A THRILL TO WATCH YOU DANCE / TO ALEJANDRO AND BAD ROMANCE/WELL, I'M WORKING OUT THE CRIME / AND IF NOT THIS WEEK, PERHAPS NEXT TIME / I'M TURNING ON THIS DIME / A PINCH OF SUGAR AND A DASH OF LIME/BUT ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME / ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / I'M BELTING OUT THIS POEM/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / DON'T SAY NOTHING 'BOUT IT NOW, WHAT'S THE CRAIC / IT'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/FIDDLE MY WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME / I CAN FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES / THROUGH ALL THE SUBSTITUTES FOR TELE- PHONES / I'M SLEEPING IN MY CLOTHES / EMOTICONS ARE MY ONLY PROSE/YEAH, THE JACKET'S CORDUROY / A SINGLE SHRUG, MY WORLD DESTROYED / THIS PLASTIC BAG'S A TOY / SO LET ME SUFFOCATE YOU, BOY/WRITE ANOTHER POEM / FORGET YOU HARDLY KNOW HIM/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / IT'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / DON'T SAY NOTHING 'BOUT IT NOW, WHAT'S THE CRAIC / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, PANIC ATTACK / IT'S A NICE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK / SAY A LITTLE PRAYER AND JUST CUT ME SOME SLACK / THERE'S A CUTE BOY WHO LIKES ME BACK/ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / I'M SINGING OUT THIS POEM / ALL THE WAY BACK HOME / THROUGH THE BURNING STREETS OF ROME.