From the bells of St Mary

To the Count of Monte Cristo

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop

The sins of Memphisto



Sally used to play with her hula hoops

Now she tells her problems to therapy groups

Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake

Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake

I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush

Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush

Uh huh  Oh yeah



A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks

Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks

He waits for the whistle on the train to scream

So he can close his eyes and begin to dream

Uh huh  Oh yeah



The hands on his watch spin slowly around

With his mind on a bus that goes all over town

Looking at the babies and the factories

And listening to the music of Mister Squeeze

As if by magic or remote control

He finds a piece of a puzzle

That he missed in his soul

Uh huh  Oh yeah



Adam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky

Bit the big apple and got a little sticky

Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame

They humped each other like they had no shame

They paused as they posed for a Polaroid photo

She whispered in his ear "Exactly Odo  Quasi Modo"