Street's like a jungle, so call the police,
following the herd down to Greece on holiday.
Love in the 90s is paranoid,
on sunny beaches take your chances looking for
girls who are boys, who like boys to be girls,
who do boys like they're girls, who do girls like they're boys.
Always should be someone you really love.
Avoiding all work, 'cos there's none available.
Like battery thinkers count their thoughts on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 fingers.
Nothing is wasted, only reproduced. They forget nasty blisters.
'Du bist sehr schön' but we haven't been introduced.
Girls who are boys...