Dinosaur egg, oh dinosaur egg When will you hatch? 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday And they expect to see a dinosaur, not an egg Robot slave, oh robot slave When will you spring to life? 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday And I don't expect to serve them drinks myself... myself My own reflection... oh my own reflection Do you think anybody else thinks you're quite as handsome as I do? Probably not 'cause they're not me, and I am biased Solitude, sweet solitude When will you, when will you disappear? Cause you're an acceptable guest sometimes But you'll not be a long-term friend of mine My solar body, oh my solar body When will I join you out of this flesh? 'Cause I am sick and tired of being sick and tired I'd much rather be a golden ball of light, but still have sex Tortured spirit, oh tortured spirit When will you appear? 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday And I don't wanna have to scare the shit out of them myself (x2)