Stored on the shelves of my memory

My thoughts are in perfect array

My life runs smooth like a highway

Billboards show me the way

My way of life has the glamour

Of an artificial neon ad

I need overwhelming information

For a complete shopping list

Acrylic colours oscillate my eyes

When I walk down a drugstore aisle

Stored on the shelves of my memory

My thoughts are in perfect array

I learn do-it-yourself cybernetics

While I'm jogging on a rolling tray

I love my weekends in the pure air

On the heights of the Eiffel Tower

My time, my time, I love my time

My time has something more

My time's the best there's ever been

My time, I love my time

Thank you, my time

My life runs smooth like a highway

Billboards show me the way

My love stories have the flavour

Of a Swiss-made digital watch

When I have to know what to love

I recall my stored data

Doctor Einstein, we're going supernova

There's not a single thing that you can do

What should I do?

Four men brought Doctor Einstein and Mrs. Einstein into the boat

It was just below the speed of light when they passed the minds and bodies

Into the infinite possibilities of endless space

Doctor Einstein, your wife has gotten her hand stuck in the microwave oven again

What shall I do?

My time, my time, I love my time

My time has something more

My time's the best there's ever been

My time, I love my time

Thank you, my time

My thoughts are still like a photo

In the hall of a Hilton Hotel

My reflex actions are mechanised

Like Japanese camera tourists

Happily milling in Bloomingdales

Shooting at beautiful symbols

My time, my time, I love my time

My time has something more

My time's the best there's ever been

My time, I love my time

Thank you, my time

My time, my time, I love my time

My time has something more

My time's the best there's ever been