John Tabacco, Peter Kearns - U.F. Lyrics

U.F.

Dr. Frankenstein : It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that ugly fucker he's got the kind of face
that only a mother could love

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that fuckin nutter inside his basket case
And once is more than enough

But good fortune fell upon him by the way of Circus Roads

They put him in a cage and dressed him up in retro clothes

And soon a wealthy watcher saw potential in this freak

Got'em plastered in the tabloids, TV shows and frosted wheat

Now all us ugly wee folk have a new a hero we adore

And those perfect looking airheads are the ones we now ignore

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above
Look at that ugly fucker he's got the kind of face
that only a mother could love

Look at that ugly fucker what happened to him
Was he cursed by the heavens above

Oh, man...

Look at that fuckin nutter inside his basket case
And once

Hang on. Hang on. We need back story here.

He came up in the 60's, the flower power age
And every other week he had another banner to wave
He had a plan to infiltrate the presidential suite
But every time he tried they kicked his ass back on the street
No one could believe it, they had to look away

UGLY MOTHER FUCKER!
He did well!

W.A. : Don't worry about me sweetheart. I'm like a cat. I'll always wind up on my feet.

Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker
Look at that ugly fucker