Before you go, do me a favour Give me a number of a girl almost like you With legs almost like you I'm buried deep in mass production And you're not nothing new I like to ride along the freeways See the smokestacks belching Breasts turn brown So warm and so brown Though I try to die You put me back on the line Oh, damn it to hell Back on the line It's hell back on the line Again and again I'm back on the line And I see my face here And it's there in the mirror And I'm up in the air But I'm down on the ground By the way I'm going for cigarettes And since you've gotta go Won't you do me one favour? Won't you give me that number Won't you get me that girl? Yeah, she's almost like you Yes, she's almost like you And I'm almost like him Yes, I'm almost like him Yes, I'm almost like him, I'm almost like him I'm almost like him, I'm almost, almost, almost, almost, almost Yes, I'm almost like him Yes, I'm almost like him