Over My Head

She was talking about the world situation

She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool

I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation

And the Ayatollah's rule

It was over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head,

Her eyes were plastered with a lot of mascara

And her hair was cut by Vidal

I was wondering how I was going to score her

A real live intellectual

And then she started talking bout a new production

Of Dostoyevsky in drag

The way her mouth moved was pure seduction

When she said she'd written it up in a mag

It was over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head,

Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of thinking

Getting plugged into silicon chips

All I could think about was lateral linking

And I just watched her Mary Quant lips

Talking over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head,

She asked me was I ever into Fellini

And what did I think of Godard

I tried to imagine her in a bikini

And didn't find it was hard

She said have you seen that Fritz Lang movie

Where the hero loses his soul?

I said I didn't think that sounded too groovy

I'm more into rock and roll

She was over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head, over my head

Over my head,

Over my head,

Over my head