This is called Hey Hey, What's That Sound.Hey hey, what's that sound? Everybody knows what's going down.Hey hey!What's that sound? Everybody knows what's going down.Hey hey hey hey, what's that sound? everybody knows what...Hey, hey, what's the sound?Everyone knows what's going onStop, hey, look at your heartIs your heart here, what's it say?Well, sometimes I wonder if you're really lovingWhat is this feeling you think that you're giving?You can sit down, write to this mateWondering what are all these prayers that you laidBut you can watch my body turn into cerealYou can watch my body turn into cerealYou can watch my body turn into cerealYou can watch my body turn into cerealJust like a cartoon by AAPOIt's just like a cartoon by AAPO, yeahWords I phone you, a weather to seeI never do anything, you never do things for meI, I wander around, I, I wander aroundI, I wander around, I, I wander aroundI, I wander around, I, I wander aroundYou can watch my body turn into cerealYou can watch my body turn into cerealYou can watch my body turn into cerealHere comes my hand and my head's just behindSo yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahSo I sit right down and I go in for gruffI've thought of going in for gruffAnd I bark a lotI go, ebb it, ebb, ebb, ebbAnd I try barking at that audienceHey, here's an audience!You're gonna be the first audience ever to be savaged by the lead singer of a groupI've got carte blanche to savage the audienceI'm gonna be the first audience ever to be savaged by the lead singer of a groupI've got carte blanche to savage the audienceI'm gonna be the first audience ever to be savaged by the lead singer of a groupI'm gonna be the first audience ever to be savaged by the lead singer of a groupSo jump right up and spin aroundAnd sing quite well, but nothing profoundTwo go to three, people throw things at meAnd I say ya ya ya ya boo boo boo and sucks to youSo yeahOh this is the, this is the real crass version of Sleeping GasThis is the real crass version of Sleeping GasThe real crass, crass, crass version of Sleeping GasWhoop-de-doo, I say whoop-de-dooThis is the Christmas version of Sleeping GasWow, what a crass versionAh, Sleeping Gas and I, we went out for a drinkWell, Sleeping Gas got drunk and she pissed in the sinkI said, now, Sleeping Gas, don't do it, don't you act that wayWell, Sleeping Gas was mad, she said, hey man, you're gayI'm not hanging out with you no more, no future, go away, okaySleeping Gas and I, we went out last nightSleeping Gas was drunk, she got into a fightI said, Sleeping Gas, don't go, don't you sit on the tableYou get in the car, you just quick as you're ableI said, Sleeping Gas, no more pie for youNo more drinks, no hot serviceYou're all washed up, Sleeping GasYou're all washed up, Sleeping GasYou're all washed up, Sleeping GasNo way, I'm not singing to you anymoreCause I don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreI don't love you anymoreSo get up off that floorGet up off that floorI don't want you anymoreDon't want you anymoreSo get up off that floorI don't want you anymoreFor those of you with bad eyesightThe people at the front are now witnessing a face soloIt's getting too sexyGet up off that floorIt's getting too sexyGet up off that floorCause it's just like sleeping gasIt's all etherealIt's just like sleeping gasIt's all etherealIt's all etherealSo etherealSo etherealThis is the tear that explodesSpeak to youFrom Club ZooAnd it's December22It's December 22And it's soon gonna be 1982Let's push forwardLet's gatecrash into 1982Let's just push forwardAnd gatecrash into 1982When you come outOf the club tonightYou may well beIn a completely different yearIt just sees how muchOf this energy we can controlCause we have the horizontalAnd we have the verticalBut youHave got the moneySleepy gasFading outSleepy gas2000 feet and closing1500 feetAnd closing1000 feet and closingReady for warMercenaries by John CaleHave you heard it?500 feet and closing250 feet and closingSleeping gasWe are bringing sleeping gas downTo landWe're having a bit of a problem hereOne of the propellers is brokenWe're trying to keep it on courseOh my godOh my godLet's hope the black box is workingIf we don't find our way out of the sunWe mightWe might never get down to earth againOh no100 feet and closing95908580757064605040202010987654321254561213141517181920