[INTRO] Oh, lovely. A face. Does it come with the place? [VERSE 1] Good teeth. Bad elbows. Watch too loud. Those shoes would complain to a passing cloud. Your sleeves have opinions. Your collar says rent. Your smile would invoice me for time it had spent. You've got a receipt for your own little laugh. Does it come with a pension? A pie chart? A graph? Nice little outfit. Very well paid. Someone has dressed an appointment they made. [REFRAIN] Nothing personal. Just an assessment. Lovely to meet you. Terrible investment. [CHORUS] I don't like the ratio. Too much pavement. Not enough street. I don't like the ratio. Terrible shoes. Too many feet. [POST-CHORUS] What ratio? Exactly. [VERSE 2] Your chair's moved closer. The table looks tense. I'm putting that down as a spacing offence. Their coffee was fine till your hand crossed the table. Lovely. You're useful. They should put that on cable. An orange? How novel. You've brought them a sphere. The fruit bowl's a traitor. Let's make that quite clear. They've laughed three times. Are your cuffs telling jokes? Must be the stitching. It works on most folks. [CHORUS] I don't like the ratio. Too much pavement. Not enough street. I don't like the ratio. Terrible shoes. Too many feet. [POST-CHORUS] What ratio? Exactly. [HOOK] Municipal energy. Wipe it off your feet. Municipal energy. Take it down the street. [VERSE 3] Fine. You're charming. So's a hotel. Your laugh's got a desk and a very small bell. You lean when you listen. Your shoulders agree. Have you considered leaning away from me? No, the other direction. That one's worse. Your watch and your elbows are sharing a curse. It's a technical matter. A fault in the floor. There was perfectly good air before you brought more. [BREAK] [BRIDGE] You touched their back. Unrelated. Your hand's got terrible manners. Very poorly rated. [FINAL CHORUS] I don't like the ratio. Too much pavement. Not enough street. I don't like the ratio. Terrible shoes. Too many feet. I don't like the ratio. Your chair's where mine ought to be. I don't like the ratio. That's a structural fault. You see? [POST-CHORUS] What ratio? Exactly. [HOOK] Municipal energy. Wipe it off your feet. Municipal energy. Take it down the street. [OUTRO] Too much you. Not enough me. That's the ratio. We don't need three.
