I saw your picture in a pointless magazine You wear your weapons well You’ve got a future as a k**ing machine As far as I can tell I’m sure your driver does the best he can He does whatever it takes But I, I put my money on slow motion man Because he never puts on the brakes And it’s all, part of the plan When you hire slow motion man Can he devise your lesson plan? Why yes, he can And it takes, such a long time To arrives home when he drives And he drives so slow, you slowly go mad And if you’re looking for the naughtiest mistletoe I know just what it takes Sign this disclaimer just before you go… because I make mistakes I cannot save you from drowning in jealousy If you refuse to believe What’s in your heart is a fallacy What’s in your mind can never leave And it’s the products from Japan That are confounding slow motion man And he strives to make your wishes His command (His command) But it takes, six to eight weeks To get closer when he speaks And he speaks, in a voice that drives you mad Mad! And I could see you from my perch on highest tree You hid the feelings and felts And you forsook me for idoltry Before I could even take off my belt And now the weather has turned a few degrees And we must part for a year Please don’t expect me to remember memories I leave them all right here And it’s the meals from a can Giving life to slow motion man As he sends directions to an endless caravan (caravan) And dies such a long d**h They will enshrine his final breath And he breathes so heavy, it makes you bleed Bleed!