Before you go

Do me a favour

Give me a number

Of a girl almost like you

With legs almost like you

I'm buried deep in mass production

You're not nothing new

I like to drive along the freeways

See the smokestacks belching

Breasts turn brown

So warm and so brown





Though I try to die

You put me back on the line

Oh damn it to hell

Back on the line--hell

Back on the line

Again and again

I'm back on the line

Again and again

And I see my face here

And it's there in the mirror

And it's up in the air

And I'm down on the ground





By the way

I'm going for cigarettes

And since you've gotta go

Won't you do me that favour

Won't you give me that number

Won't you get me that girl

Yeah, she's almost like you

Yes, she's almost like you

And I'm almost like him

Yes, I'm almost like him

Yes, I'm almost like him

Yeah, I'm almost like him