A bed so soft who would have known   She'd give birth to a hooligan   I'm out of time but don't count me in   Another brain dead mannequin      The sad thing's you don't know   I hoped you'd choke to death on that wishbone   But there you go      Bring on the clones      The little prince from Malibu   He wants to tell us what to do   We're out of touch but don't count us in   Another brain dead manikin      The sad thing's you don't know   I hoped you'd choke to death on that wishbone   But there you go      Bring on the clones      It's the saddest thing you've never known   I hope you fall out of your high window   There you go      Bring on the clones