Dream sweet dreams for me

You are repressed, but you're remarkably dressed

And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries

Carrying her shopping-basket she was light-hearted, knowing that spring would come soon

How dearly I'd love to get carried away

Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy

Sorry bad guys, but I'm running out of air

Let's have a toast for the douchebags

Killing me won't bring back your goddamn honey

There's no room to rhumba in a sports car