| Here today | |
| Gone this afternoon | |
| Another tune | |
| We almost remember | |
| What's the story | |
| Sex and drugs again | |
| Business as usual | |
| The clock's already ticking | |
| La la la la | |
| When he was young | |
| Staring at the tv | |
| He watched the fun | |
| Happen to other people | |
| Now they scream | |
| As they run after him | |
| Like a dream | |
| Like elvis and the beatles | |
| A three minute song is all he wrote | |
| He only did it for a joke | |
| They played him on the radio | |
| From tokyo to timbuktu | |
| A three minute boy, ain't that somethin? | |
| They named their children after him | |
| The good times rolled beneath his feet | |
| He skipped along the one-way street | |
| She's a pretty girl | |
| She don't know how it started | |
| She made a movie | |
| He almost remembered | |
| She measured up | |
| They moved into a basement | |
| "we're so in love!" | |
| They giggled to the nation | |
| La la la la | |
| Three minute millionaire they said | |
| The numbers rattled round his head | |
| They spun him three times round the globe | |
| She waited patiently at home | |
| And all the pretty girls wanted him | |
| In places that he'd never been | |
| Too much love will do you in | |
| Forgive forgive forgive forgive | |
| Yeah yeah ooo | |
| Three minute kid is here again | |
| Surrounded by three minute friends | |
| He found someone to understand | |
| To shock the world and hold his hand | |
| No religion, no restraint | |
| No direction, no complaints | |
| No future and no way out | |
| No time now to think about it | |
| All the moneys gone | |
| He don't know what they spent it on | |
| Girlfriends gone off with the jag | |
| Gone back to her mum and dad | |
| He's curled up on the studio floor | |
| He just can't do it anymore | |
| The flashgun went off without warning | |
| He'll read about it tomorrow morning... | |
| (she's goin' out with someone "new" | |
| In this week at number two | |
| Three minute boy ain't that somethin.) |