You push the button and we’ll do the rest
The exotic sound of data storage
Nothing like it, first thing in the morning
You push the button and we’ll do the rest
Bastard Latin, that’s the best thing for it
You push the button and we’ll do the rest
You and Lizzy in the summertime
Wrapping my tiny mind around a lullaby
There are things that I just cannot explain to you
And those that I hope I don’t ever have to
Pattern language, in the mood for love
You push the button and we’ll do the rest
You and Genie wearing Stetson hats
Trying to gain access to my lily pad
There are things that I just cannot explain to you
And those that I hope I don’t ever have to