Turn Me On

Happy kids up in the city
Say that I am on a roll
They think suddenly I’m it now
With corduroy and overalls
I’ve been living in a basement
And she’s been sleeping in a car
A pack of wicked little talkers
Looking up into the stars
It’s up to you
To turn me on, turn me off
It’s up to you
To turn me on
Or turn me off
Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to
Turn me on
Turn me on or turn me off
Can’t stop working in the evening
Can’t stop looking down the hall
Said your father’s in the army
Said your mother’s off the wall
I still have some reservations
She’s always running out the door
But I’m done watching television
We can’t stop flashing corner stores
It’s up to you
To turn me on, turn me off
It’s up to you
To turn me on
Or turn me off
Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to
Turn me on
Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to
Tell me why you don’t like getting by the way you used to
Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to
Turn me on
Turn me on or turn me off