Ople passing by, all through the night
They use my senses in strange ways
She knows just what you are, like a fading star

And she uses my senses in strange ways *

You've got to think zinc

Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Think a, think a

Ooh **

You've got to think zinc

Think a, think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Zinc, zinc

Ooh **

People passing by, all through the night

They use my numbers in strange ways
Over the telephone, you should hear them groan
I crossed his wires in strange ways *


**Repeat ***Repeat


All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc


*Repeat **Repeat

***Repeat three times


Oh hmm hmm


*Repeat **Repeat ***Repeat

Think zinc, think zinc baby

Think zinc, think zinc baby