I had my fun watching my undoing on the tv. 
When I woke up no one spoke of how long I'd been 
sleeping. 
The weather where I went to bed, where I was led by 
certain awkward strange conditions always always always 
came in rain of pens with probing dispositions. 
Making money on the radio, what youb eenselling we don't 
want to know. 
Machinations of the hitparade. 
Uneasy living in the bed we made. 
The sound of fashion comes in stereo, holding hands with 
Mr. Meccano Meccano! 
translation. 
The language from the doctor's mouth still got lost on 
all the patients. 
The bottom line was looking so much finer finer finger 
from the bottom of the deep end. 
It depends on how much money it can take to buy air for 
the breathing. 
Hidden camera catches shoplifter in act of trading red 
trousers for gray to match his suit to get a job to get 
employed. 
If all the color's bad what will we wear when all the 
color's bad?