Из альбома: Music for Tourists
Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head,
I'll miss you, too, when I go to bed
We've ruined all the new pots
And the metal in the egg crate cots,
But we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far,
But we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far
The dishwasher's on now
Cleaning, somehow,
The baby bits of Hamburger Helper that dried too soon
We leave out the milk and it rots,
And the mayonnaise that we got from Tops,
But we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far,
But we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far
You love good,
But I think you should
Go home, honey,
'Cause we haven't got any money
You love good,
But I think you should
Go home, honey,
'Cause we haven't got any money
Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head,
I'll miss you, too, when I go to bed
We've ruined all the new pots
And the metal in the egg crate cots,
But we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far,
But we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far