There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth    I can hear you knocking but I'm not coming out    Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist    'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list    Fingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resist    Strict time    Chorus:    Toughen up, toughen up    Keep your lip buttoned up    Strict time       Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl    And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl    Strict time    Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial    The courting cold wars weekend witch trial    Strict time    All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid    The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time    Strict time       Chorus       You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones    Try to look Italian through the musical Valium    Strict time    Thinking of grand larceny    Smoking the everlasting cigarette of chastity    Cute assistants staying alive    More like a hand job than the hand jive    Strict time       Chorus