On The Air

Bed's in the bedroom, they don't bother me with My fabulous plans. They gonna crash, I bet I can leave with My own fair hands. Every night, I'm back with the chef. I don't know what else is left. I put in the area code, so I can Go out on the air. On the air. On the air. On the air. On the air. On the air. Every Morning, I'm out at dawn with a twelve cent Tramp. A silent communion in front of all those ceronium Lamps. Every one I meet on the street Asks me to to their. They wanna know who I am 'cause I can Go out on the air. On the air. On the the air. On the the air. Leading the car down leafy lane. Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane. Pretty Trinidad and Captain Zero. His brother superhero standing by on call and oh, It's not easy, no, no, no, no. No, it's not easy making real friends. Forget dinner date with little boys, Little boys. I'll bet down on empty white noise, White noise. I've got power, I'm proud to be low. I see the birds I thrill. I want everybody to know that Mozo is here. On the air. On the the air. On the air.