1, 2, 3, Beep, Beep (home studio demo) Songtext
von Colin Newman

In the army we were marching, we were waiting for our rations
But there′s something in the climate that can surely kill my temper
But the food's all mine, yes I got to make a statement
It′s a pity they've forgotten how to say it
I'm sure that you′re beside yourself, but I can only shrug
Another situation with another set of rules
Counting 1 2 3 beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep