Lyrics:

She's got ice hockey hair
It's instamatic and it has such flair
And when the puck hits the back of the cage
She feels the tingle of a quiet rage
She thinks it's tasty
Me thinks it's hasty
Take me to a chorus now
Tell me what to do if it all falls through
Can you point me a direction I can take my shoes?
What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
I get the impression that we're overdue
I got the lunar madness
And it's coming straight to you
Table tennis rules
They're so confusing it's not played by fools
And with my tank filled to the brim
You may suggest to me anything
Phone me, page me
Fax me 'til I'm silly
Answer me today
Tell me what to do if it all falls through
Can you point me a direction I can take my shoes?
What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
I get the impression that we're overdue
You're my auto teller
Oh won't you tell me something new?

Maybe you think I'm shady
But I sing your language baby
Get me back through to you to make you feel so blue
I get the impression that we're overdue
What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
I get the impression that we're overdue
What did I do to you?
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now that you're here tell me you're a non-believer
Oh! Oh! Oh!