Dumb Waiters -

Give me all your paper ma

Give me all your jazz

Give me something that I need

Something I can have

Mrs. London’s coming 'round

She’s coming with her son

Gimme all your paper ah

So I can get a gun

She has got it in for me

Yeah i mean it honestly

She’s so mean

Give me all your paper ma

So I can get a train

They just wanna suck you in

To being one of them

Tell her that I’m not in here

Tell her I’m a freak

Tell her that I fall about

Every time I speak

She has got in for me

Yeah I mean it honestly

I just scream

Give me all your paper ma

So I can buy a train

I don’t know how I got in here

It’s making me insane

Have another cigarette

And have another cigarette

In a room where lovers go

Talking on the telephone

They have got it in for me

Yeah I mean it honestly

They all dream