On Automatic

I'm on automatic

And you gotta flip the switch

Baby there's a box in the attic

But I couldn't tell you which was which

It's all become a running joke

I'm what you might call simple folk

But everything will turn out fine

Things are looking up

In the meantime

Things are looking up

I'm swinging through the top of the valley

Felling like the missing link

But there's another schematic

And look, she's getting me a drink

While putting flowers on his crypt

'Cause Valentino's lost the script

But everything will turn out fine

Things are looking up

In the meantime

Things are looking up

You blew another ring

I thought you'd quit

Along with calling misfits

But it's me your looking up

I'm on automatic

The only person left to frisk

I know I'm being over-dramatic

But I think I'm going to run that risk

Of walking down the same old plank

And maybe I'm about to tank

But everything will turn out fine

Things are looking up

In the meantime

Things are looking up

In the meantime