There's a mouse
Somewhere in this room
She's the only companion I have
In these days of doom and gloom
There's a man
Who lives inside this house
And I can't trust a single tiny little word
That's coming out of his great big mouth
Ooh don't you know what I need?
Ooh and it's time to come clean
That I'm a fighting machine
So lean and so mean
In Tommy Hilfiger jeans
I'm a fighting machine, hi-ho
Look! There strays a little waif
Spreading lies and deceit
As she wades on through
The astral plane
What a thrill! To live without a plan
Dreams of riches and fame
But a subservient little switch
Is all that I am
Ooh don't you know what I need?
Ooh and it's time to come clean
That I'm a fighting machine
So lean and so mean
In Tommy Hilfiger jeans
The fresh new queer on the scene
But she's so salty and sweet
Let's put on Eat to the Beat
You know that nothing's quite real
When you feel how I feel
You're a fighting machine
Don't you know what I need?
You're a fighting machine
Got me down on my knees
Got me begging please!
Please!
Please!
Please!