End of a Century

She says, there's ants in the carpet

Dirty little monsters

Eating all the morsels

Picking up the rubbish

Give her effervescence

She needs a little sparkle

Good morning TV

You're looking so healthy

We all say, don't want to be alone

We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same

We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight

End of a century, oh

It's nothing special

Sex on the TV

Everybody's at it

And the mind gets dirty

As you get closer to thirty

He gives her a cuddle

Glowing in a huddle

Goodnight TV

You're all made up and you're looking like me

We all say, don't want to be alone

We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same

We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight

End of a century, oh

It's nothing special

(Can you eat her?)

(Yes, you can)

We all say, don't want to be alone

We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same

We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight

End of a century, oh

It's nothing special

We all say, don't want to be alone

We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same

We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight

End of a century, oh

It's nothing special, oh

End of a century, oh

It's nothing special