I'll be you you'll be talkin' to a flowerpot but that's hardly worth a thought or a plague of frogs we will vomit up our chicago luck and we will dance on broken sheets of gla** to make our point. and if this town seems too big if the traffic freaks you out I will be your lightning rod delivering sound to you he's a charming wreck and he's a handsome wreck the kind of rat that took my woman back to his pad and I'm not travelin' I'm not sleepin' in the clothes I wore a hundred times or more. [repeat chorus] what'll I do?? what'll I do..... when my nerves get topsy turvy I'll be you if you want me to I'll clean your clock and if this town seems too big if the traffic freaks you out I will be your lightning rod delivering sound I can see beneath your skin! it really freaks me out I will be your camera's flash delivering sunbeams