50212 - David Byrne

With every swell and every wave

The riptide carries me away out to sea

And in a sheltered cove, I found

The pretty people hanging out there for me

Picture perfect, memographic

Money market, what you gonna do?

Beg and borrow, the old straight and narrow

Supple tomorrow, 50 212

Like someone whistling in the dark

Got used to living in my car for a while

Going places, wearing braces

Remember faces, all you gotta do

Go to college, gather knowledge

Get acknowledged, 50 212, 50 212, 50 212

Silently watching as she sleeps

Brushing the hair from off her cheek

And she says

Mind your manners, I’m growing backwards

The seven wonders, I’ll be black and blue

Touching, feeling, and heavy breathing

Oh, what you using?

50 212

Forget about it, mmh, but I doubt it

Got around it, see that point of view

I can’t remember the private number

The unknown caller, 50 212, 50 212, 50 212