1-2-32-2-3. The twitching impulses to speak your mind. I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it. Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face. Where you keep my picture still despite the fact. That you had me replaced. CHORUS:. Say "Goodbye". Baby can't you act your age?. You know why. I'm going to give it to you straight. Although I'll never be. Unhappy as you want me to be. Still it's all the rage. I'll probably play along. Left to my own devices. Spare me the drone of your advice. The sins of garter and gin. Confession may delay. You know the measuring pole. The merry boots of clay. I've heard it all before. You'll say it anyway. CHORUS. Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief. You murder time and truth love laughter and belief. So don't try to touch my heart it's darker than you think. And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink. CHORUS. Although I'll never be. Unhappy as you want me to be. Still it's all the rage.