Congratulations girl

you've turned me into a fucking robot now

disco lights in my analog eyes

wires hanging from my cocktail party mouth

Welcome to the saddest party in the world

let me take your scarf and jacket

you get the five dollar tour


Congratulations girl

you made a cuckold of me

you're playing Helen of Troy at the beach

but I ain't crossing the sea


Woo hoo woo hoo

Never trust a scientist girl


Congratulations girl

you've made a fine fine mess of me

could you tell you weren't impressed with me

hey that's fine with me

So long now girl

see you waiting with a compass and a chart

my vitals to tell you just where to make your cut


I was obsolete

right from the start

hope your new boy finds the

matches at your door

to light the burner in your heart

to help you burn up like magnesium

straight through the walls

till they can't see you at all


"and when it's Christmas time

in Ho Chi Minh City

kiddies say papa papa papa san

take me home

See me got photo photographs of you

and mama mama mama san"


I'd rather listen to The Clash all night

Than be with you