I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in her for that special offer
guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me
 [bad word] 
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises [bad word] Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
 [bad word] 
And it's not hear
It disappear
I'm all lost