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(G.Kooymans/B.Hay) Washing machine, space age dream Let me serve you, keep me clean Rinse me plain, spin me sane I'll trust my dirt to only you Automobile, see me kneel I'll scrub your back, I'll buy your meal I'll choke your start, I'll warm your heart I'll dream of dying just with you See me wish from 8 to all day long Got no time, not inclined to hum a song Just like a robot waiting for a fuse I'm too crazy to even have the blues Instant, instant, instant poetry Too hot, to be continued next week Instant, instant, instant poetry Too slow, too slow, to be tongue-in-cheek TV syndrome, holy custom Millions squeeze you to their bosom You're always welcome, drive out boredom You're one eye's all the art we need See me wish from 8 to all day long SongtexteGot no time, not inclined to hum a song Just like a robot waiting for a fuse I'm too crazy to even have the blues Instant, instant, instant poetry Too hot, to be continued next week Instant, instant, instant poetry Too slow, too slow, to be tongue-in-cheek Aus Songtexte Mania