She left the school for the factoryFrom pocket money to a salary From a pack-o-mat to a compact caseAnd every morning she inspects her face She discovers boiling pints in pubsThat the good looks will never cover up for her dumbnessIn taking the stock Sees her reflection in a butcher's shopShe finds it all quite rare That her meat's all vanity fareShe finds it all quite rare That her meat's all vanity fareShe has her eyes on medallion men That get her home on the dot at tenShe combs her hair when she gets excuse The deal she wants always ends up scroogePaints her nails on the bathroom scales Goggles her breath like a landed whaleHer beauty is as deep as her skin Keeps her eyebrows in a tobacco tinShe poses foot on a chair Coconut-shy, but vanity fareIn her vanity case, her compact case In her compact case, her eyesNot bad for a sister, but her vanity's fair And her sense of humour's dryShe comes home late with another screw loose She swears to have had just a pineapple juiceFalls asleep fully clothed in her bed With her make-up remover by her headShe might not be all there But her dream's all vanity fareShe might not be all there But her dream's all vanity fareShe might not be all there But her dream's all vanity fare