I am he who is X Y and Zee   I carry no card my life is cheap   Have no worries I do not fret   Some may have what I'm yet to get   And you may wonder, "Is it how?"   A kitten may turn into a cow   With bells and horns and   Tinned corned beef   Forests, profits   Plastic High Streets   I am he who is A B and Cee   An easy option   Like twentieth century   Satisfaction guaranteed   It's easy!      Let's steal a spaceship and   Head for the sun and   Shoot the stars with   A lemonade ray gun   Make a movie and   A TV show   You be Jane   I'm George Jetson      CHORUS   I am you! You are me!   X Y Zee to A B Cee   You, Me, Us   We are one      >From out our window   We can see   Electric sunshine   Oxygen factories   Clockwork tides   Synthetic trees   Just like the real ones   On Vee Tee   Mother Nature and Father Time   Used to be good friends of mine   But now we've put them   In a home   Filed them under "uses unknown"   "No Pop? No style!"   Is a phrase out of phase   To praise what's worthwhile   This is as good as it gets   this is the best      Let's catch the last rays   Of civilisation and tune-in to a   Sub-space station   Turn up the DJ   Let's get lost in intergalactic   Punk rock hip hop      CHORUS      This is the time   The time of our lives   Escaping time   For the all time highs   Of love, lust, laughter   That make us sweat   Let's stimulate   Sensory amplification   This is PWEI-zation!   This is this   It's the living end   "Je t'aime! Encore! Je t'aime!"      CHORUS