She said there's ants in the carpet Dirty like 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 'cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of the 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 Gives her a cuddle
glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up And you know that
We all say don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of the 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 'cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of the century oh, it's nothing special
We all say don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of the century oh, it's nothing special oh,
Blur - End of a Century
She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like 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 'cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of the 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
Gives her a cuddle
glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You're all made up
And you know that
We all say don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes 'cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of the 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 'cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of the century oh, it's nothing special
We all say don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes 'cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of the century oh, it's nothing special oh,
End of the century oh, it's nothing special