She says there's ants in the carpet. Dirty little monsters. Eating all the morsels. Picking up the rubbish. Give her efferverscene. She needs a little sparkle. Good morning t.v.. You're lookin' so healthy. CHORUS:. We all say. Dont want to be alone. We wear the same clothes. 'cause we feel the same. And kiss with dry lips. When we say goodnight. End of a century.. it's nothing special. Sex on the t.v.. Everybody's at it. And the mind gets dirty. As you get closer to thirty. He gives her a cuddle. Glowing in a huddle. Good night t.v.. Your all made up. You're looking like me. Chorus. Can... you... eat... her... yes... you... can.... Chorus-2. End of a century.. It's nothig special-2.