You turn me on and it's hard to turn me on:
Mornings I tell you what I dreamed
Before we're swalllowed by the work machine,
And spit out in the vening drained half dry
And that is why you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on
We traveled many miles to no guarantee
Everything's a joke to you; it's not that way to me
And Walt Disney cannot make me happy, cannot make me go along
But you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on
Mornings I tell you what I dreamed
Before we're swalllowed by the work machine,
And spit out in the vening drained half dry
And that is why you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on
We traveled many miles to no guarantee
Everything's a joke to you; it's not that way to me
And Walt Disney cannot make me happy, cannot make me go along
But you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on
