Oh, fuck! There’s a friend of mine over there
The chance of a new day opening but it won’t take long
And say I bump into you just by chance
And who’ll be the next in line, I don’t know
So I’ll get up and out and I’ll see the world

I’m the next in line for the next best thing
On patters talk on you for a while
Something but the niow niow niow for the while
It shows and so I can squish myself
On the motorway but some of us wait for everyone

I’ve started to go but I’m running too slow
And I wonder if I have
Started to go though I’m running too slow
And I wonder if I am
Home but it’s gone though I did nothing wrong
And the music goes round and round

You’re the next in line for the next best thing
But I don’t know
Don’t pity me, I’m just another dead bird
On the motorway
Don’t look now or else you’ll be sorry