A E Why are we racing to be so old? A E Iʼm up late pacing the floor I wonʼt be told A E D You have your reservations Iʼm bought and sold D Iʼll face the music Iʼll face the facts E Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks A E Bowing and squawking Running after titbits A E7 Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit Chorus: D Two little Hitlers will fight it out until E A One little Hitler does the other oneʼs will D E D E I will return I will not burn Down in the basement A E I need my head examined I need my eyes excited A E7 Iʼd like to join the party But I was not invited A E7 You make a member of me Iʼll be delighted D I wouldnʼt cry for lost souls, you might drown E Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town A E7 Dial me a Valentine Sheʼs a smooth operator A E7 Itʼs all so calculated Sheʼs got a calculator A E7 Sheʼs my soft touch typewriter And Iʼm the great dictator Chorus. A A simple game of self-respect E A You flick a switch and the world goes off E A Nobody jumps as you expect E F#m E I would have thought you would have had enough by now A E7 You call selective dating For some effective mating A E7 I thought Iʼd let you down, dear But you were just deflating A E7 I knew right from the start Weʼd end up hating D Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall E We can look so long as we donʼt have to talk at all A E7 You say youʼll never know him Heʼs an unnatural man A A He doesnʼt want your pleasure He wants as no one can A E7 He wants to know the names of All those heʼs better than Chorus. D E I will return D E I will not burn...
