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(Ron Mael) In 1900 you held hands and felt like you`d scored In 1910 you`d never need a horse anymore In 1920 you could dance In 1930 lose your pants In 1940 you could go to war really soon In 1950 you could just be dull and a bore In 1960 set the world on fire That was then, this is now And nothing`s blowin in the wind Chorus: Screwed up, that`s the problem You`re going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up, that`s your problem You`re coming unwound wound, wound, wound You`re wasting time seeking comfort from any sight or any sound I knew you when you weren`t a bit screwed up Now what you got is spreading around It really doesn`t matter if you know how to sing The only thing that matters is the girl that you bring So when I saw you sitting there just asking for some curly hair I knew that I was getting where I wanted to be But someone must have warned you, so it`s Anchors Aweigh This Johnny`s marching home again tonight You couldn`t leave quietly You had to tell the world and loud Screwed up, that`s the problem You`re going down, down, down, down, down Screwed up, that`s your problem You`re coming unwound wound, wound, wound You`re wasting time seeking comfort by having anyone around I knew you when you weren`t a bit screwed up Now what you got is spreading around I`m getting on my nerves I`m getting on my nerves and everything you`re throwing at me`s coming up a curve Swing & miss Swing & miss Swing & miss and then you`re out (Chorus) |