Fighting Machine

There's a mouse

Somewhere in this room

She's the only companion I have

In these days of doom and gloom

There's a man

Who lives inside this house

And I can't trust a single tiny little word

That's coming out of his great big mouth

Ooh don't you know what I need?

Ooh and it's time to come clean

That I'm a fighting machine

So lean and so mean

In Tommy Hilfiger jeans

I'm a fighting machine, hi-ho

Look! There strays a little waif

Spreading lies and deceit

As she wades on through

The astral plane

What a thrill! To live without a plan

Dreams of riches and fame

But a subservient little switch

Is all that I am

Ooh don't you know what I need?

Ooh and it's time to come clean

That I'm a fighting machine

So lean and so mean

In Tommy Hilfiger jeans

The fresh new queer on the scene

But she's so salty and sweet

Let's put on Eat to the Beat

You know that nothing's quite real

When you feel how I feel

You're a fighting machine

Don't you know what I need?

You're a fighting machine

Got me down on my knees

Got me begging please!

Please!

Please!

Please!