Throw away the thing that tells you
Not to throw the thing away
You'll forget to rue the day

The toothpaste won't go back in the bottle
since it granted our wish
And we will never be rid

They both recite the alphabet very quickly

I want to own a tiny TV
With the sound turned down
And no one around
I'll sing so very loud

Not everyone you've abandoned
Is still standing by
Not everyone who is lost is
Wondering why

I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away

J, I, H, G, F
J, I, H, G, F
J, I, H, G, F
E, D, C, B, A

There's electric cars

Straight from the can, it tasted so bland
I asked a lass to pass me a glass

Hey!
Hats off to the things you don't say
Why?
So what's up with the side-eye?

La la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Get out of the way
Get out of the way

A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z

Just when you think it's finished
With XTC on top
Ant music, like a phoenix

Your anger makes me mad
Though you can't tell
Believe me when I say
I'm with you in my private way

After all the spelling mistakes
After all the groping in the dark
Can this page of strange gibberish

The Hotel New Yorker
He's dead on the floor
The body of Nikola lies
With just his papers
No family to tell

It's like, once you get down in New York City
You'll never go home again

She thinks she's Edith Head

Let your hair hang down
It is now the time
To untie your hair
Let your hair hang down