

Lyrics
You don't look like a hero of the Soviet Union to me
You look more like a fish
Come walking down the street and you can tell that everybody agrees
You oughtta be on a dish
You've got your mind made up, like you've got your head in a bush
And to move it around, just hurts too muchAnd it's no good saying you're in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible
red-haired girlsYou don't look like the spokesman for a generation to me
I've got a postage stamp here for what you know of Philosophy.
You're like Thomas Hobbes:
Nasty
Brutish
And ShortHe's drawing back the curtain, it's a brand new day
There's rubble on the carpet, 'coz his friends came to stay
I'm over on the carpet, 10 years on other peoples' floors
And you learn a little something
You learn a little something that you can't ignoreAnd it's no good telling me you're still in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible red-haired
Impossible red, red, red-haired girlsWhip i on, Jim.
You betcha'
Watch that spaceman drive that car
Where he's going ain't too farAnd Rebecca wants her bike back
Here it comes
Found On
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rebecca!
jim.chard[at]-remove-yahoo.com - jim--- the modern world
19Sep2010 6:00 PM (10 years 129 days ago)cool--I got this song on tape for maybe 25 years but never knew who sang it--
jazz butcher conspiracy eh? never heard of them! gonna look them up -
Waa
vancan2010"gmail.com - Glenn
25May2008 2:56 PM (12 years 246 days ago)Her name was becky thats why she likes it best
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WhooooOP
beckyshcwiss[at]-remove-hotmail.co.uk - Rebecca
6Mar2006 9:56 AM (14 years 327 days ago)BEST SONG EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
p.s. i want my bike back -
WHAAA?
you[at]-remove-24.74.81.195 - Charlotte NC, USofA
1Oct2005 11:56 PM (15 years 118 days ago)WHAAA?HUH?