(Mo-Mo-Mo)Mother
I swear I'm behaving
I'm setting fed. I'm eating buttered bread
And Bisto gravy, going under
I'm upset not lazy
Caught up on double spacing
Cos I'm something in the making
Standing up and shouting loud
In an attempt to make you proud
The fact is the fact is
That nothing's for certain
I'm as close as can be to determined
I'm as close as can be

"Do you got time?
"How you spending your evenings?"
Feeling sublime
Cos I'm eating my feelings
All alone, I'm alone

Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming down
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming down (Oh!)
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming- not coming (Oh!)
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming down (Ah!)

Did I stutter?
Am I keeping engaging?
Caught up in the space age
And I feel like I'm just waiting
To go under
I'm upset not lazy
Now my landlord hates me
But I'll be fine

"Do you got time?
"How you spending your evenings?"
Feeling sublime
Cos I'm eating my feelings
All alone, I'm alone

Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming down
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming- not coming down
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming- not coming (Oh!)
Space cruising floating around
Cos I'm motion sick, cos I'm motion sick
And I'm not coming down