She had a program on T.V
You'd see her on the BBC
Every afternoon at three
Her name was Wendy she was eight
And everything was going great
Until her ratings didn't rate

And now she's sobbing on the floor
Cause they don't need her anymore

And all the people are talking of Wendy this morning
There was not enough gore and no bashed-in brains
All the children who saw it said "It's such a bore"
All the bastards who bought it will never be the same

There is a way to elude your pain
Wish it away to a different day
But you'll cry much harder when it's time to pay
And now poor Wendy she's so sad
She's lost all she ever had
Living in this world gone mad
Hey when it's gone whatcha gonna say?
Hey and what has happened to the world today?
Oh when it's gone where ya gonna go?
Oh you're giong home

And now she's crawling on the floor
Cause they don't need her anymore

And all the people are talking of Wendy this morning
There was not enough gore and no bashed-in brains
All the children who saw it said "It's such a bore"
All the bastards who bought it will never be the same

Everybody loves a story
She'll never be the same
Never be the same