Out of Touch by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics
Mr. Norris changes Traveler's Cheques - I've been out of touch
Don't look like that, I don't know what you expect
I've been out of touch
Have you seen a man without me - I've been out of touch
A cheap dermatologist on Tiger Creme; it never seems to do that much
Some things don't change and some things don't matter
Other things are going to fall to the ground
And they can't even give themselves the satisfaction of a clatter
Do be calm - I don't see how these things
Are going to do you any harm
So do be still - You can relax at home and judge the world from your own windowsill
He's got his gyroscope shoes, neon trousers in assorted hues
Scum fibres, synthetic balloon -
Just a regular guy with a regular dress problem
Milk Bohemian. Devious plant
I'm sure he'd like to take his place in history
But everyone I know assures me he can't; but I don't know
I've been out of touch I just dropped by to say "hello"
And all the while, he's looking helpless in his flat in undeniable style
He's out of touch, looks like he's out of touch now
Out of touch, looks like he's out of touch now
They came and got him Saturday afternoon
They put somebody on the door of his room
They didn't talk about it much on the news
But you could recognise those ludicrous shoes
What he did they would not say
The look on his face was giving nothing away
Like a clean speaker with a lot on his mind
He never looked like the dangerous kind, but there you go
Your neighbours could be murderers for all that you know
You and me
We could be living on top of a stone atrocity and never know
Out of touch, and so it goes, when you live out of touch
Out of touch, I guess we're living out of touch now
Out of touch, I guess we live out of touch now
Ooh, do the Hoover. Ooh do the Oliver North
Hoover, Hoover. Cuba, Cuba
Don't look like that, I don't know what you expect
I've been out of touch
Have you seen a man without me - I've been out of touch
A cheap dermatologist on Tiger Creme; it never seems to do that much
Some things don't change and some things don't matter
Other things are going to fall to the ground
And they can't even give themselves the satisfaction of a clatter
Do be calm - I don't see how these things
Are going to do you any harm
So do be still - You can relax at home and judge the world from your own windowsill
He's got his gyroscope shoes, neon trousers in assorted hues
Scum fibres, synthetic balloon -
Just a regular guy with a regular dress problem
Milk Bohemian. Devious plant
I'm sure he'd like to take his place in history
But everyone I know assures me he can't; but I don't know
I've been out of touch I just dropped by to say "hello"
And all the while, he's looking helpless in his flat in undeniable style
He's out of touch, looks like he's out of touch now
Out of touch, looks like he's out of touch now
They came and got him Saturday afternoon
They put somebody on the door of his room
They didn't talk about it much on the news
But you could recognise those ludicrous shoes
What he did they would not say
The look on his face was giving nothing away
Like a clean speaker with a lot on his mind
He never looked like the dangerous kind, but there you go
Your neighbours could be murderers for all that you know
You and me
We could be living on top of a stone atrocity and never know
Out of touch, and so it goes, when you live out of touch
Out of touch, I guess we're living out of touch now
Out of touch, I guess we live out of touch now
Ooh, do the Hoover. Ooh do the Oliver North
Hoover, Hoover. Cuba, Cuba