Hey, we played this part of this song for a year. Now all we need is a little singing. And it's gotta be great 'coz it ruins my ear. When the guitar wall is ringing.
Yeah, I heard a phone ring from deep down within. A friendly voice whistling under my skin. Yeah, I have to stop my enterprise below. But I'm not so sure the guy will let me go.
Yeah, I wake up beaten, wrapped around the T.V.. Strange, I was in bed when I slept. And the toothpaste's weird. 'Coz when I try to talk; I blow a bubble instead.
Look at that guy in those tight leather pants. He can't sing and you can see he can't dance. And Soulfinger's spinning, throwing his hair. He's got nothing to say, he's just happy to be there.