Text: Elvis Costello. Busy Bodies.

So, you think that you have seen her
When you're lying in between her
And you told me that you don't care
Busy bodies getting nowhere

Everybody's getting meaner
Busy bodies caught in the concertina

You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations

Busy bodies, very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

Now, you're ready for the merger
With the company you're part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner

You're becoming automatic
Busy bodies out playing with the traffic

You want attention, you try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance

Busy bodies, busy, busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

Now, you've given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave, little wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal

Just a second satisfaction
Busy bodies temporarily out of action

You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But she's busy with her makeup

Busy bodies, very busy
Getting nowhere, nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere