Oh Meyer, give me a kiss! Give me a new spring!
It's boiling in the underground. We're dancing hard like a steamroller.
We're blowing through the the manhole cover bars
We'll knock you out when we think that you've had enough
Oh Meyer, give me a kiss! Give me a new spring!
And I have read the manual, I know my ABCs
Everything is relative, it all depends who's looking
You can make one phone call and I'll never work here again
But I know that I've got work
Know that I've got work in the KGB
It ain't over till the fat lady sings
You know there's something going on when my fathers chair is swaying
Read the writing on the placard. Look who now walks your street
It ain't over till the fat lady sings
And I have read the manual, I know my ABCs
Everything is relative, it all depends who's looking
You can make one phone call and I'll never work here again
But I know that I've got work
Know that I've got work in the KGB