I felt the grey seeping through my window

I heard the joy of the good little workers snaffling

Perfectly in time to the beat

And now there's nothing to do with my elves today - and my osterich beak

I feel like killing somebody

Somebody like you



You. You.You.



I saw a women who looked a bit tired

I heard her talking 'bout what's on the telly- tonight

She smelt a bit like cardboard

And coz the same stuff poors out of every hole-

In every face

I feel like killing somebody

Somebody like you



You. You.You.



Isn't it all a bit silly?

Isn't it all a bit daft?

The answers in your willy

The questions in the cat

And isn't it all a bit fickle?

And sometimes it's just a bit sad

The answers in the tickle

The questions in the slap



I felt the sun seeping through my window

I heard the joy of the good little workers snaffling

Perfectly in time to the beat

And now there's plenty to do with my elves today-

and my osterich beak

I feel like making love to somebody

Somebody like you.



You. You.You...