| Twenty Years Ago |
| You turn pandemonium into pantomime for one twenty years ago I used your soap So what! you've got a name for it yesterday goes on and on inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea You thrash about in your room no space for thought look no strings, look no strings no visible means of support Twenty years ago I used your soap How did you ever come to move a muscle in this space! The dollar's adrift Twenty years ago I used your soap |