You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall
Don't make me a go-between
This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Part-paid type who got his style
Bottle of Brut and nausea
It's no longer a journey down the road for him
Swing, fourteen, turns off, between
Swingo greets lime green receptionist
All here is ace, All here is ace, All here is ace
During his Scandinavian stint
He said hi to Horst, the viking
At his triumphant procession
During a lull in his attack
Three little girls with only 50 pence
Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother
Watch, the word had right
We'll go together, slip down down away
Hyper, with the young designers
The young designers are always there
Always wanted to be there
Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire