Tom: A5 A5 E5 Why are we racing to be so old? A5 E5 I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told A5 E5 D5 You have your reservations I'm bought and sold D5 I'll face the music I'll face the facts E5 Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks A5 E5 Bowing and squawking Running after titbits A5 E5 Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit Chorus: D5 Two little Hitlers will fight it out until E5 A5 One little Hitler does the other one's will D5 E5 D5 E5 I will return I will not burn E5 Down in the basement A5 E5 I need my head examined I need my eyes excited A5 E5 I'd like to join the party But I was not invited A5 E5 You make a member of me I'll be delighted D5 I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown E5 Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town A5 E5 Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator A5 E5 It's all so calculated She's got a calculator A5 E5 She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator **Chorus A5 A simple game of self-respect E5 A5 You flick a switch and the world goes off E5 A5 Nobody jumps as you expect E5 F#5 E5 I would have thought you would have had enough by now A5 E5 You call selective dating For some effective mating A5 E5 I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating A5 E5 I knew right from the start We'd end up hating D5 Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall E5 We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all A5 E5 You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man A5 A5 He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can A5 E5 He wants to know the names of All those he's better than **Chorus D5 E5 I will return D5 E5 I will not burn . . . . .
