AT&T

Maybe someone's going to save me
My heart is made of gravy
And the laps I swim
From lunatics don't count
Open up your stockings
Pull out the things you never wanted
From room service calls
Room service calls

Open up your hands
And let me see the things you keep in there
I don't want to split up fifty/fifty
That's the way we do it in this rose town
I've got all the glory in the world
I hope it doesn't floor you before you go
Room service calls
In the random falls

Go!
Whenever, Whenever I feel fine
I'm going to walk away from all this all that
Groovy groovy kitty you little little pity
With your slip shag watching back
You skinny skinny people don't like that
When you con them

Spell me
Spritzer on ice in New York City
Isn't it a pity
You never had anything to mix with that
Listen to the tender
Behind the open chest in the hall
Room service calls

I'm blue green and cream and blue
Whenever I feel fine
I'll walk the plank for you
In the dark of the capi-federal
Jacob, Jacob Javits I'd like to thank you for everything
Primarily your glass house
Levis, Guess
Distorted ghosts
One, two, three, four
Whoahhh ohh ohh, Whoahhh ohh ohh