End of a Century

She says there’s ants in the carpet
Dirty little 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
CHORUS:
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 a 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
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You’re all made up
And you’re looking like me
CHORUS
Can you eat her?
Yes, you can.
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
Oh, end of a century
Oh, it’s nothing special