We can't dance no more When the jury gas pipe boom boom sings Outside the door We can't think no more When the beery bass voice makes a judgement Penetrates the walls We can't breathe no more When the sweet thick oyster sauce Sweat is floating to the floor It's audition day And the feelings you have might have to be sacrificed...
So judge me Before I make a stand Milk me... Affection is in great demand Judge me... Let the pole axe show me the way Hear the hear play: Boom boom boom boom On audition day
We can't laugh no more When the smiley face bass is walking in the corridor We can't talk no more When the punch lines, ha-ha, funny ones Have already been said before We can't sleep no more When the empty night dreams keep hunting us back for more It's a sweet day And the roses you get might have to last A hundred years
