Don't like your stare, don't like the arm in the air   Your style is so brash and that silly mustache   It was tabletalk      The evil I see sends bad vibrations through me   And oh, what a square with your diagonal hair   It was tabletalk      L said to Gilly, "How do you do tabletalk?"   "How do you do tabletalk?"   And this is what she said, "Love, love, love, love"      The love of his life, too close to become a wife   And the death of this girl   Came close to saving the world from his tabletalk