Awake to the neighbour's phone
And the bar fridge drone
On my sexy quilt, design Ken Done
I'm sprawled out alone
You had your Special K
And leapt into the day
Off to your office job that pays my way
But in bed, I'm gonna stay
You're up there, lost in transaction
Dividing your fractions
I'm stuck at home, making plans for you
This is my one occupation
Making relations
'Lone, seven hours 'til I make 'em with you
The Lord did not give me
The skills to aim high
I'm not like Delta Goodrem, "Born to Try"
I'm an uncomplicated guy
Who don't know much about psychography
I failed to count A-B-C
Uh, I'm struggling hard to spell my name
And honey, you're such a brain
You're reading Nicholson Baker
On your break, ah
I speak and spell, just to say "I love you"
I'll lay you down on the couch there
Stockings in the air
Oh, then we can drink champagne from your shoe
I will release myself unto you
Girl, it's the only thing I know how to do
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to you
Girl, it's the only thing I'm qualified to do
Oh, baby, please, won't you come home soon?
Because I'm absolutely stupid for you
Amps are for lugging, and chefs are for cooking
You're so smart and you're so good looking
Jump on a scooter, come home, tuk-tuking to me
We can be absolutely, stupidly free
Saying, you
I will release myself unto you
Girl, it's the only thing I know how to do
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to you
Girl, it's the only thing I'm qualified to do
I will release myself unto you
Girl, it's the only thing I know how to do
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to you
Girl, it's the only thing I'm qualified to do
Oh, baby, please, won't you come home soon?
Because I'm absolutely stupid
