Golden Earring - Instant Poetry lyrics

Washing machines, Space age dream

let me serve you, keep me clean

rinse me plain, spin me sane

I'll trust my dirt to only you.

Automobile see me kneel

I'll scrub your back

I'll buy your meal

I'll choke your start

I'll warm your heart

I''l dream of dying just with you.

(I've) got no time

(I'm) not inclined to hum a song

just like a robot waiting for a fuse

I'm too crazy to even have the blues.

Instant poetry

too hot to be continued next week

Instant poetry

too slow to be tongue in cheek.

TV syndrome, Holy custon

millions squeeze you to their bosom

you're alway welcome, drive out boredom

your one eye's all the art we need.

(c) Tekst & Muziek : Georges Kooyman / B. Hay