He's so obsessed with    Shit in shotglasses   Hooked on vitamin water   Its all because of his daughter   Yes I'm stealing your radio   As if you didn't know   There's really no need to be arsey      HIS PHONE   IS SET TO 1996   AND HE JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT   THAT THE CENTURY'S OVER   AND HIS   RADIO'S SCREAMING LIES   HE'S PUT HIS FINGERS IN TOO MANY PIES   AND SHE FADES AWAY FROM HIM      He's feeling old   He's got the common cold   He's watching Eastenders   He's of questionable gender   Locked in his living room   Mourning for Nana Moon   There's really no need to be arsey      CHORUS      I want a variation   On communication   White noise from the TV screen   Nothing knows what I mean