Friday night and you're on the phone   To everyone you've ever known   Nothing grand to celebrate   With all the people that you hate    Half an hour spent in the bath   Dry your hair in the aftermath   ... Johnny and a Stanley knife   Either way the nights are right       And I can never tell   If your heaven is my hell   And I can't understand   Whether you enjoy your callous plan       Your little bubble follows me everywhere   Inside your bubble where you just don't care   You throw yourself about everywhere   Your little bubble       Friday night and you're on the phone   To everyone you've ever known   Nothing grand to celebrate   With all the people that you hate       And I can never tell   If your heaven is my hell   And I can't understand   Whether you enjoy your callous plan       Your little bubble follows me everywhere   Inside your bubble where you just don't care   You throw yourself about everywhere   Your little bubble       Your little bubble follows me everywhere   Inside your bubble where you just don't care   You throw yourself about everywhere   Your little bubble       Your little bubble follows me everywhere   Inside your bubble where you just don't care   You throw yourself about everywhere   Your little bubble