Power to the people, we don’t want it, we want pleasure
And the TV’s try to rape us and I guess that they’re succeeding
And we’re going to these meetings but we’re not doing any meeting
And we’re trying to be faithful but we’re cheating, cheating, cheating
“In that little street, Via della Croce, where I bought you
the same tie your wife did.
Do you remember? And I never knew if you were wearing hers or mine.”