Oh, oh, oh, oh . . .
Ooo-oh, ooo-oh . . .
Yeah yeah yeah . . .
Why am I in love in stereo,
with a girl on either side?
You might well look on and envy me,
but this feeling isn't so hi-fi.
Just a boy in love in stereo,
when we dance it's not much fun.
I can't choose 'cause they're identical,
and I can't move without the other one.
One wants to stay at home,
the other wants a night out.
One wants to read in bed,
the other wants the light out.
I really don't know what to do
'cause I'm in love with you--and you--and you.
Oh, oh, oh, oh . . .
Ooo-oh, ooo-oh . . .
Yeah yeah yeah . . .
Why am I in love in stereo,
where to start I can't decide,
'cause making love is two-dimensional
and I'm much more a mono man inside.
Now that I'm in love in stereo,
there's one thing I can't deny:
when we kiss we reach high frequencies
but I'd prefer the reproduction side.
One wants to stay at home,
the other wants a night out.
One wants to read in bed,
the other wants the light out.
One wants to marry me,
the other wants to break up.
One wants to call it off,
the other wants to make up.
I really don't know what to do
'cause I'm in love with you--and you--and you.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh . . .
Why am I--
in love in stereo?
Ooh why am I--
in love in stereo?
I said, "Why am I in love in stereo?"
Why am I in love in stereo? . . .