Mascot Fight - Terry Is The Chicago Sun lyrics

Terry walks and talks and meets and greets and eats what he sees He's photographed in swimming pools and jacuzzis His wedding ring conspicuously missing from his left ring-finger Close-ups ensure that we don't miss what the article laboured to spell out Trivia dominates the headlines He drinks red wines when he dines with anybody but his wife Who knows what they see in him through their pound-sign'd eyes Bingeing and swinging in his kitchen "Diet or die, Terry" read the Chicago Sun Run, Terry, run And Terry will spin in his gravy when he sees what's in tomorrow's Chicago Sun Run, Terry, run He's in the autumn of his years But with a spring in his step- His wife's left him now, he's moving in the new brunette Divorce settled on the moors Rather than through the courts And it'll be serialised for working cla** eyes Now Terry's rotting in his jail cell There's no mention of him in the Chicago Sun Run, Terry, Run But maybe if he hangs himself he'll make one last front page of the Chicago Sun Run, Terry, Run