re arranging the atoms in my hairdo gets me thinking bout good times i had with you back in the sixties when love was free never need to worry bout my g c e dying of boredom in your plastic home pretty the pictures work to the bone don t be depressed you can just pick up the phone but it won t answer cos there s no one home count your possessions out one by one include your lovers include the one you threw away in nineteen sixty three include me out don t label me