End Of A Century

She says there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning TV You're looking so healthy We all say, don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special Sex on the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle Glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up And you're looking like me We all say, don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special Can you eat her? Yes, you can. We all say, don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special We all say, don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothing special Oh, end of a century Oh, it's nothing special