| I’m bugged, you all look like insects
|
| In your brand new sun specs
|
| I’m bugged, I’m bugged
|
| I drop a little note through my sympathetics door
|
| I think I’m going ga ga, I just can’t take anymore
|
| At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest
|
| And when I see 'em fiddling, well, I think you’ve guessed the rest
|
| I’m bugged, you all look like insects
|
| In your brand new sun specs
|
| I’m bugged, I’m bugged
|
| I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the street
|
| And just like in my nightmare they are jiggling at my feet
|
| I take a dead man’s lighter and I burn them to the floor
|
| But where there was a dozen there are now a hundred more
|
| I’m bugged, you all look like insects
|
| In your brand new sun specs
|
| I’m bugged, I’m bugged
|
| I drop a little note through my sympathetics door
|
| I think I’m going ga ga, I just can’t take anymore
|
| At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest
|
| And when I see 'em fiddling, well, I think you’ve guessed the rest
|
| I’m bugged, you all look like insects
|
| In your brand new sun specs
|
| I’m bugged, I’m bugged
|
| I’m bugged, I’m bugged |