I am the message center Local and direct Room to room an operator (No calls today they'll just have to wait dear) I call and I collect (So just strike
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money
{Michael Ha ha ha Huh Ha} Miss America, sits in the shower She's plucking hours from the sky Picks up the telephone, into another home Don't ask me why
Tracy Jacks works in civil service Tracy Jacks it's steady employment Tracy Jacks it's a golfing fanatic Tracy Jacks but his butt is erratic Tracy Jacks
Lead in me and me in water Dangling in my world I swallowed too much oily water Now it's slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline Growing
Bill Barret has a simple dream He calls it his plan B (Bill Barret) Buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free And everyone's very friendly (Well
Air cushioned soles I bought them on the ports of Bello Road on a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation goes astray And
I think too much On things I want too much It makes me hateful And I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish
Wash with new soap Behind the collar Keeps a clean mental state Don`t usually bother in cold weather But still I`m getting into work late And I don`t
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Kazoo, kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Anyway you choose Anyway you
Only the magical transit children Sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw It's colorful, it's colorful, but it
And into the sea Goes pretty England and me Around the Bay of Biscay And back for tea Hit traffic on the Dogger bank Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late
This is the next century Where the universal's free You can find it anywhere Yes, the future's been sold Every night we're gone And to karaoke songs
City dweller, successful fella thought to himself Oops I've got a lot of money Caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic but my heart's
Woh oh Oh oh Practice doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding Speaking drivel can make it confused with heavy breathing Mixing drinks at water
I got my head checked By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles When I'm lying I'm easy
La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la Meanie Leanie Come on down Come and entertain the town It's Friday night and we're all bored Time's been