Da da da etc
I don't know what's on your mind
I don't know who you are
I don't know much of anything
I don't know how to drive a car
About 100,000 years ago we had a million days to spare
But the bourgeoise standing next to me had something to say about that
There's only a few more days
Before the sun crashes into the earth
I don't know where i'll be
I got a call from work the other day
About a late night Moon Salon
But i apologise, cause i never tried
to string your moods along