Happy kids up in the city Say that I am on a roll They think suddenly I'm it now With corduroy and overalls I've been living in a basement And she's been sleeping in a car A Pack of wicked little talkers Looking up into the stars It's up to you To turn me on, turn me off It's up to you To turn me on Or turn me off Tell me why you don't like going out the way you used to Turn me on Turn me on or turn me off Can't stop working in the evening Can't stop looking down the hall Said your father's in the army Said your mother's off the wall I still have some reservations She's always running out the door But I'm done watching television We can't stop flashing corner stores It's up to you To turn me on, turn me off It's up to you To turn me on Or turn me off Tell me why you don't like going out the way you used to Turn me on Tell me why you don't like going out the way you used to Tell me why you don't like getting by the way you used to Tell me why you don't like going out the way you used to Turn me on Turn me on or turn me off