G# D#7 Why are we racing to be so old? G# D#7 Iʼm up late pacing the floor I wonʼt be told G# D#7 C# You have your reservations Iʼm bought and sold C# Iʼll face the music Iʼll face the facts D#7 Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks G# D#7 Bowing and squawking Running after titbits G# D#7 Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit Chorus: C# Two little Hitlers will fight it out until D#7 G# One little Hitler does the other oneʼs will C# D#7 C# D#7 I will return I will not burn Down in the basement G# D#7 I need my head examined I need my eyes excited G# D#7 Iʼd like to join the party But I was not invited G# D#7 You make a member of me Iʼll be delighted C# I wouldnʼt cry for lost souls, you might drown D#7 Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town G# D#7 Dial me a Valentine Sheʼs a smooth operator G# D#7 Itʼs all so calculated Sheʼs got a calculator G# D#7 Sheʼs my soft touch typewriter And Iʼm the great dictator Chorus. G# A simple game of self-respect D#7 G# You flick a switch and the world goes off D#7 G# Nobody jumps as you expect D#7 Fm D#7 I would have thought you would have had enough by now G# D#7 You call selective dating For some effective mating G# D#7 I thought Iʼd let you down, dear But you were just deflating G# D#7 I knew right from the start Weʼd end up hating C# Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall D#7 We can look so long as we donʼt have to talk at all G# D#7 You say youʼll never know him Heʼs an unnatural man G# G# He doesnʼt want your pleasure He wants as no one can G# D#7 He wants to know the names of All those heʼs better than Chorus. C# D#7 I will return C# D#7 I will not burn...
