Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number

Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
I'm buried deep in mass production

You're not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching

Breasts turn brown
So warm and so brown



Though I try to die
You put me back on the line

Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line--hell
Back on the line

Again and again
I'm back on the line
Again and again

And I see my face here
And it's there in the mirror
And it's up in the air

And I'm down on the ground



By the way
I'm going for cigarettes
And since you've gotta go

Won't you do me that favour
Won't you give me that number
Won't you get me that girl

Yeah, she's almost like you
Yes, she's almost like you
And I'm almost like him

Yes, I'm almost like him
Yes, I'm almost like him
Yeah, I'm almost like him