What a lovely time we had at your party   Fred he ate the Barbie head out of the toilet   Tyche wasn't even there   but she danced and danced without a care   The telephone kept ringing but no one was there   Larry Larry he got so scary   Smoked a hundred packs of cigarettes   Then he plopped his face in the frosted cake   I own the record but I seldom play it   And the voice is always talking to the back of my mind   I can't believe it oh no   The ground is shaking and I'm on the telephone   Didn't you feel it didn't you need it   late night radio   Lipstick on a can of beer in the bathroom cupboard   With a white and chalky substance in a bowl by the fire   Irene she kissed me she kissed me on the cheek   Irene she kissed me she kissed me like she kissed her brother   I got into my car I'm all crammed into the back   got a suitcase on my lap a million needles in my side   The speakers on the left of me don't even work   Infatuated plastic statues tell me that I ain't no good