She said there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning tv You're looking so healthy
And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special
Sex on tv Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night tv You're all made up And you know that
