End of a Century (Live at Wembley Stadium)

She says there's ants in the carpet Dirty little monsters Eatin' all the morsels Just pickin' up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning, TV You're lookin' so healthy We all say we don't to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothin' special Sex on the the TV Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer To thirty Gives her a cuddle (ooohhh) He's glowin' in a huddle (aaahhhh) Goodnight TV You're all made up And you're lookin' like me We all say we don't to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothin' special Can you eat her? Yes, you can We all say we don't to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothin' special We all say we don't to be alone We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century Oh, it's nothin' special Oh, End of a century Oh, (it's nothin' special) (oooohhhh) (aaaahhhh) Okay Oh my God, this is becoming terrifying Honestly Right It is Sunday And on Sundays we play this song