[00:00.00]He's moving into an Art Deco pad
[00:43.96]To swell the ranks of the clinically sad
[00:47.37]Shaking off the past with a change of address
[00:50.18]But keeps his telephone number and hopes for the best
[00:54.58]He makes a list of all his favourite friends
[01:01.35]Then leaves his footprints on the steps that shine
[01:05.93]With tears that he has wept again and again
[01:16.75]He bought his clothes from a skateboard boutique
[01:19.80]Hung around in places where nobody speaks
[01:23.35]Got on line to an internet club
[01:26.69]Played Trivial Pursuits with the Goddess of Love
[01:30.46]And counted his imaginary friends, got up to ten
[01:38.99]Lost count and then went out to walk the streets
[01:43.00]Till God know when
[01:58.93]He met a girl who liked a bit of a laugh
[02:02.24]He gained the youth he'd forgotten to have
[02:05.43]So now they mess about with things that are highly illegal
[02:09.33]Often get mistaken for interesting people
[02:13.24]And no-one ever seems to ring their bell
[02:19.99]But do they care, well do they hell
[02:23.76]They're gonna kiss and never tell again and again