Why do I get the feeling it's time to go? Oh oh You got mirrors on the ceiling You're serving Darjeeling in your art nouveau Seems so logical to me Finger the bowl of potpourri The levolors are closed, admiring the fake Van Gogh It's now It's now It's now It's now (Back) Turn off the answering machine, unzipping my jeans, get low Oh oh The doorbell rings like the way that it stings And it stops the flow Seems so logical to me Saw it once on the BBC But still I can't seem to pick myself up and go It's now It's now It's now It's now Right now Right now Right now Right now (Back) It's now It's now Say when Say when It's now It's now Pretend Again It's ripping at the seams The ripping makes me scream It's something so unbearable I have to make a scene It's now It's now It's now It's now Right now Right now Right now Right now (Back) Why do I get the feeling it's time to go? Oh oh Seems so logical to me Finger the bowl of potpourri But still I can't seem to pick myself up and go