End of a Century

She said there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning TV You're looking so healthy And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Sex on the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night TV You're all made up And you know that We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special Can you eat her, yes you can We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century It's nothing special We all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes 'Cause we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of a century, oh It's nothing special, oh End of a century, oh It's nothing special