Before you go
  Do me a favour
  Give me a number
  Of a girl almost like you
  With legs almost like you
  I'm buried deep in mass production
  You're not nothing new
  I like to drive along the freeways
  See the smokestacks belching
  Breasts turn brown
  So warm and so brown
      Though I try to die
  You put me back on the line
  Oh damn it to hell
  Back on the line--hell
  Back on the line
  Again and again
  I'm back on the line
  Again and again
  And I see my face here
  And it's there in the mirror
  And it's up in the air
  And I'm down on the ground
      By the way
  I'm going for cigarettes
  And since you've gotta go
  Won't you do me that favour
  Won't you give me that number
  Won't you get me that girl
  Yeah, she's almost like you
  Yes, she's almost like you
  And I'm almost like him
  Yes, I'm almost like him
  Yes, I'm almost like him
  Yeah, I'm almost like him