I met him in a crowded room Where people go to drink away their gloom He sat me down and so began The story of a charmless man Educated the expensive
The suburbs they are dreaming They're a twinkle in her eye She's been feeling frisky Since her husband said goodbye She wears a low cut t-shirt Runs
Paper bags and plastic hearts All are belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye But we got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace
This is a public warning Be careful when you're out We're having freaky weather There's a lot of it about On the terraces it's swinging He's a monkey
He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line
This is my work place And these are the people I work with Yuko and Hiro We work together We work for the company That looks to the future We work hard
So far I've not really stayed in touch Well, you knew as much It's no surprise that today I'll get up around two From a lack of anything to do And I
The weekend is back But so is he Head to the flood lights See the fraternity They're waiting I hear them up in the north And down in the south All that
She says, "There's ants in the carpet" The dirty little monsters, eating all the morsels Just pickin' up the rubbish Give her effervescence, she needs
I spy in the night sky, don't I? Phoebe io elara leda callisto Sinope janus dione portius, so many moons Quiet in the sky at night Hot in the milky way
I'm on the white cliffs of Dover Thinking it over and over But if I jump it's all over A cautionary tale for you (Ahh, ahh, ahh) Hoh oh Hoh oh Hoh oh
Ernold same awoke from the same dream In the same bed at the same time Looked in the same mirror Made the same frown And felt the same way as he did every
A malady has taken him over Coughing tar in his Japanese motor The lights are magic And he feels lucky And he's got money Shoots like an arrow London
Ready then! 1 mississipi, 2 mississipi, 3 mississipi, 4 mississipi....
I am the message centreLocal and directRoom to room an operatorNo calls today they'll just have to wait dearI call and I collectSo just strike him softly
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