Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter)
My cardboard face looks out of place
Among all those plastic plates
My brillianteen sure adds that sheen
But I cant believe my fate
I mean all this dressing up is a travesty
Its costing all my bread and I aint no red indian chief
Its getting somehow (? ) and really embarrassingly
I wanna dance to honaloochie boogie yeah
Get in time, dont worry bout the shirt shine
Honaloochie boogie, you sure started something
And the kings are dying
The queens are crying
And the princes now stake their claim