Lyrics:

The samples won't delay but the cable
There's another way, say something, anything
Test, one, two, three, anything but that
This is weird, it's weird
Very weird, fuckin' weird
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off I'm with you
Feel like going insane?
Got a fire in your brain?
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?
As a matter of fact, honey, I know this act
It's called the 'Tango Maureen'
The 'Tango Maureen'
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling
You're wrong, your heart she is mangling