Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you

I´m buried deep in mass production
You´re not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching
Breasts turn brown
So warm and so brown

Though I try to die
You put me back on the line
Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line--hell
Back on the line
Again and again
I´m back on the line
Again and again
And I see my face here
And it´s there in the mirror

And it´s up in the air
And I´m down on the ground

By the way
I´m going for cigarettes
And since you´ve gotta go
Won´t you do me that favour
Won´t you give me that number
Won´t you get me that girl
Yeah, she´s almost like you
Yes, she´s almost like you
And I´m almost like him
Yes, I´m almost like him
Yes, I´m almost like him
Yeah, I´m almost like him