Friday night and you're on the phone

To everyone you've ever known

Nothing grand to celebrate

With all the people that you hate 

Half an hour spent in the bath

Dry your hair in the aftermath

... Johnny and a Stanley knife

Either way the nights are right 


And I can never tell

If your heaven is my hell

And I can't understand

Whether you enjoy your callous plan 


Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble 


Friday night and you're on the phone

To everyone you've ever known

Nothing grand to celebrate

With all the people that you hate 


And I can never tell

If your heaven is my hell

And I can't understand

Whether you enjoy your callous plan 


Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble 


Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble 


Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble