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Everything has strangely become calm again
The fakirs cross at the crosswalks
You told me go ahead, handsome blond
The dishwashers have more marks on their necks
My cleaning lady reads Rock and Folk
Her curlers are going to cause an incident
She no longer shows her gray lace
Screaming long live the sixties

Something's up
I no longer hear her shout my name
Something's up
Expect distortions

The Metro lion exaggerates
He no longer wants to eat Mayer
Bigophone we get along well
No more two-faced, I can put mine

Something's up
I no longer hear her shout my name
Something's up
Expect distortions

It's heavy, the fish-man is freezing
Doll, I don't like the look of it
And the President's big lady
Do you think she wears tights for us

Something's up
I no longer hear her shout my name
Something's up
Expect distortions

Something's up
I no longer hear her shout my name
Something's up
Something's up
I no longer hear her shout my name