See you later, I say, though I never do
Marx was skint, but he had sense
You’re frettin’, you’re sweatin’- But did you notice not gettin’ anywhere?
But I won’t feel blue- like I always do
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car?
I’d like to take off into these woods and just get good and lost for a while
I like this resonance
Seafood restaurant gets outta hand
Don’t ever try to take part of what the bosses make
You lot! What? Don’t stop, give it all you got
