[Verse 1:]I want an interesting synonymTo describe this thingThat you say we're all grandfathered in,I'll use the search engine.We've got much to discuss.Too much to discuss over a bucket of balls,I can recall the glow of your low beams.[Verse 2:]It's the big night in Tinsel City,Life became a spectator sport,I launch my fragrance called ‘Integrity',I sell the fact that I can't be bought.Have I told you all about the time that I got sucked into a holeThrough a handheld device?I will flashback now and again, but I'm usually alright,Thankfully, the process has been simplifiedSince the last time you tried.[Chorus:]I've recognised the glow of your low beams numerous times,I'll be by the Batphone if you need to get a holdMaking a selection, opening credits roll,Panoramic windows looking out across your soul.[Verse 3:]You go in through the door,Vengeance Trilogy wallpaper walls,They have re-decorated it all,They've changed all the lights and the bar's down the side.[Chorus:]I've recognised the glow of your low beams numerous timesThrough fairly opaque blinds in the sitting room,Vehicles will pass by, but I know when it's you,I'll be in a nose dive in my flying shoesRight behind your closed eyes like a memory from your youth.I'll be by the Batphone if you need to get a holdMaking a selection, opening credits roll,Killer Pink Flamingos, computer controlled,Panoramic windows looking out across your soul.