[VERSE 1]
Jet lagged, whipped out
Photographed, want to shout
Criticised, a model life
See me shaped before your eyes
Look at me mamma
Can you sense the situ
ation
It’s getting hard to work it out
All I need is a
little mode
ration.
[VERSE 2]
Jet legged, let it out
Don’t know what’s it all about
Patronized, adolized
It’s getting harder to improvise
Look at me mamma
Can you sense the situ
ation
Sitting on a roundaboud
And
searching for a
piece of inspi
ration.
Well
sitting in the backroom
Waiting for a doll to
come
Hmm, if there’s a
population waiting
I see you in the county
hall
But
I ain’t even got the
time
To
telephone a friend of
mine
For usefull information
And help my situation
I get the feeling that they’re telling me a lie.
[VERSE 3]
Jet lagged, whipped out
Photographed, want to shout
Criticised, a model life
See me shaped before your eyes
Look at me mamma
Can you sense the situ
ation
It’s getting hard to work it out
All I need is a
little mode
ration.
Look at me mamma, look at me mamma
Look at me mamma, look at me mamma
Look at me mamma, look at me mamma
Look at me mamma,
look at me
mamma
Sneaking out the backdoor
Wandering which way to
go
Standing on the side line
Just waiting for a man to
show
But
I ain’t even got the
time
To
telephone a friend of
mine
For
usefull information
And
help my situation
I get the feeling that they’re telling me a lie.
[VERSE 4]
Jet lagged, whipped out
Photographed, want to shout
Criticised, a model life
See me shaped before your eyes
Look at me mamma
Can you sense the situ
ation
It’s getting hard to work it out
All I need is a
little mode
ration.
[VERSE 5] (fading)
Jet lagged, whipped out
Photographed, want to shout
It’s getting harder to work it out
All I need is a
little mode
ration.
