There was a time
when we had to write everything down
Didn´t have any handouts
They had too futuristic a sound
We were desperate
to find something that would ease all our lives
We were hoping
for evolution to catch up with all our needs

But I can´t explain
what the hell is wrong with you tonight
You just push me off the edge
and keep on bitching like you are alive
And I can´t describe
how much I hate your guts tonight
Take my dimes away
Something´s wrong with you tonight

We lost hope
We wandered in the darkness for years
Then we saw light
We found the new Playtoy Magazine
You were the centerfold
You were the latest Playtoy of the Month
And with all your features
you made us drool like sick old dogs

And I just can´t tell
what the hell is wrong with you tonight
"c´est la vie"
that´s exactly what your little screen yells
And I can´t describe
how much I´d like to tear you apart
Wanna pull your little plug
till your screen goes vacant

Don´t understand
what on earth is wrong with you tonight
You´re just like a woman:
you might look fine
but inside there´s a storm going on
Can´t you understand?
There are people who need you all day long
but you just say "Hey...
...this is my day-off"