Dave Stewart - Stars On Sunday lyrics

a man walked into a bar and said oooooooohhhhh and the barman said oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit? and the man said give me a drink and the barman said oooooooohhhhh closed circuit t.v. spins round zooms on a packet of cigarettes stays on the ashtray and fingernails and the barman said oooooooohhhhh maybe I just had a bad day program crashing disenchanted I hope nobody tries to get in my way solid traffic faces frozen she came home with cigarette papers no compa**ion just a companion she was cooking a ca**erole empty no connection to our problem ice on the window hands on the wheel the glove compartment holds a secret stars on Sunday you on Tuesday I don't know if you can hear me