What, you can?t say hi? Hello, how are you? No, I can?t say hi Hello, Hello Just want to walk on by Like I don?t know you No, I can?t say hi Hello, Hello
I haven?t found anything wrong with you Even my mother thinks you?re something special You?re comical (She?s got it all) You?re oh so sexual You?re everything
When I was a young boy My mama said to me There's only one girl in the world for you And she probably lives in Tahiti I go the whole wide world just
Nothing in common You hate the movies I like You hate my hair I hate your clothes Everything's wrong But that's all right Change your mind It's last
I want a planet of my own I?ll use my schizoid children to gain control They can see into the future A thousand buildings going up Tips on land I can
Social life Social life Everybody thinks I need more social life ?You look so pale? ?You look like you?ve been living in a jail? Oh, everybody thinks
The first time cool scouts came my way Was the first time anyone cared what I said The DJ asked me what to play Designers inquired what we wore that day
Echo says, that heroes mean nothing Echo says, there?s nothing original to say Emulation is the only answer In platitudes and quotes that rhyme She?s
I haven?t see you around since I was a youth Yeah, they?ve really cleaned up this town They cracked down on you But lately I see changes I see some beautiful
We never made it to Venice We didn?t last very long We didn?t make it to Venice Our little fling fell apart We never made it at all We never made it to
So this is love This is what people Been speaking of This is what people Say is why? It is worth living our lives Yeah, this is what? Supposed to keep
Hey, you're not at home Or never answer Pick up your telephone Stop this teenage movie we've lived Stop this teenage movie, you dig? I'm ready
Word on the street says Your second record's dead and You're not doing very well Can't say that I'm depressed Still I could never guess Just how
I can't write another song about you Another story of love gone wrong No, I can't write I'd rather die than write another verse concerning you Can
Something tells me I need to live in the city Something tells me I used to live on a farm Something tells me my bathtub?s in the kitchen Something tells
You've got a nasty reputation But mine might just be worse than yours You're a five-alarm fire You're a deadly tropical storm You're a no cure virus
There's nothing like a little guilt to make you feel like you want to cry There's nothing like a little guilt to make you feel like you want to Feel
Don't bother me with your customs cards I got nothing from abroad No romance, no precious stones No sexy stories to take home I went to Cairo I