your stuck behind the counter
there's nothing you can do
i'm not your pet, let's not forget
that good minds are a few
and we're through, now be gone with you
i hope you know that i am no good
i want to make commotion
a quarrel to subdue
make time stand still, oh what a thrill
it's time to follow through
and its true, i can't be seen with you
i hope you know that i am no good
sometimes i have to wonder
about you spaceman taste
i bet it's great to wake up
and assemble without haste
and its you, you never had a clue
so what's new? you never had a clue
sometimes i just want to fly to the stars
too
