Lyrics:

That's right, I aim to please
That's right, I aim to please
I'm acting like some kind of Victorian serf child
I have considered the possibility
Of trading fluids on the platform
Of the underground station
But I have watched and I have seen
And I have counted all the passers-by
See, me and my friend here, we've been engaged
In a search for some time
For houses and highlights, experienced midwives
For money to turn into medicine
And what do we find?
What do we find?
What do we find?
A shocking lack thereof
But wait

Wear your moonboots
They suit you too
And more like Elvis Presley on the booze
Believe that you have everything to lose
That's right, I aim to please
That's right, I aim to please
Pay a visit to a nurse to have your head deloused
And talk for hours about the politics of Mickey Mouse
You know how it is, nighttimes

Gotta get out of the house
Gotta get out of the house
Gotta get out of the house

My life is for pleasure
A wiggle in flesh
I'm soaked and in malice
I'm all in distress

And as I was promised
My life is for rage
My guide is a drunk
And a female bouquet

My life's been mistaken
For garbage and gold
My life is in private
I gotta move on 'til I'm old

'Til I'm old
'Til I'm old
I gotta move on 'til I'm old
I gotta move on 'til I'm old

That's right, I aim to please

'Til I'm old
'Til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone