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.