1977 and we are going mad

1977 and we're gonna show them all

It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads

That apathy's a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag

That corresponds to all those ads

That is fed in through by ear

I eat kleenex for breakfast

It sucks up all the rubbish

To dry my tears

And use soft hygienic weetabix

My mind is like a switchboard

I dont't know what's going on

With crossed and tangled lines

Contented with confusion

That is plugged into my head

It's the operators job, not mine

I said

My dreams I daren't remember

Or tell you what I've seen

I dreamt that I was hitler

The ruler of the see

The ruler of the universe

The ruler of the supermarkets

And even fatalistic me