From the bells of st mary   To the count of monte cristo   Nothing can stop   Nothing can stop   Nothing can stop   The sins of memphisto      Sally used to play with her hula hoops   Now she tells her problems to therapy groups   Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake   Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake   I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush   Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush   Uh huh oh yeah      A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks   Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks   He waits for the whistle on the train to scream   So he can close his eyes and begin to dream   Uh huh oh yeah      The hands on his watch spin slowly around   With his mind on a bus that goes all over town   Looking at the babies and the factories   And listening to the music of mister squeeze   As if by magic or remote control   He finds a piece of a puzzle   That he missed in his soul   Uh huh oh yeah      Adam and eve and lucy and ricky   Bit the big apple and got a little sticky   Esmeralda and the hunchback of notre dame   They humped each other like they had no shame   They paused as they posed for a polaroid photo   She whispered in his ear "exactly odo quasi modo"