Why are we racing to be so old?
I m up late pacing the floor
I won t be told
You have your reservations
I m bought and sold
I ll face the music
I ll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
Bowing and squawking
Running after titbits
Bobbing and squinting
Just like a nitwit
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one s will
I will return
I will not burn
Down in the basement
I need my head examined
I need my eyes excited
I d like to join the party
But I was not invited
You make a member of me
I ll be delighted
I wouldn t cry for lost soulsyou might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds
Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine
She s a smooth operator
It s all so calculated
She s got a calculator
She s my soft touch typewriter
And I m the great dictator
(Chorus)
A simple game of self-respect
You flick a switch and the world goes off
Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective dating
For some effective mating
I thought I d let you downdear
But you were just deflating
I knew right from the start
We d end up hating
Pictures of the merchandise
Plastered on the wall
We can look so long as we don t have to talk at all
You say you ll never know him
He s an unnatural man
He doesn t want your pleasure
He wants as no one can
He wants to know the names of
All those he s better than
(Chorus)
I will return
I will not burn
(repeats)
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