Well the king has died, the queenies cry

The princes have the throne

The doctor's smoking, the turnpike's choking

And the jester's on the phone

Jukebox plays a death march

And a busker plays for free

Stripper drops her get-up

Takes a break for tea

So the party has begun

In the night club way down town

Now there's walkers on the table

And a negress on the floor

And the bishop and the actress

Are chatting by thе door

Stooge calls for spaghetti

And the ostlеr calls for ale

And the pianist in the corner

Turns the whitest shade of pale

So the party starts to swing

In the night club way down town

And now a pop star in a see-through shirt

Is trying on a miniskirt

Seems to fit his figure well

But in the dark, it's hard to tell

If it's wrong to look so right

And the vicar, always a kindly man

Is pouring petrol from a can

He strikes a pose and then a match

And he whispers something I can't catch

And he sets his smock alight

So the party starts to burn

In the night club way down town, come on now

Oh upon the stage, a star is born

A child with a guitar

The audience are on their feet

By the critics in the bar

And then a movie queen arrives

Her hair an auburn flame

Everybody knows her face

But no one knows her name

They said "Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?

Hey hey, what's her name?"