Lyrics

I'm accused of failing to lust after Girls in their mid- to late- teens In Zurich in 2046 this is seriously frowned upon They have labelled me "the ephebophobe" And taken the chip from my brain And until I respond appropriately I can't use Google again Post-pubescent sexpots Are lounging all day at my door Wearing unfeasible hotpants To tease out my desire And I will not be a good citizen 'Til my ephebophobia's gone Until I screw these sex kittens I won't use Google again O upstanding people of Zurich Your punishment makes me sad If I can't use Google Image Search Things are going to get bad Beehives, antheaps and seedheads Are things I need to see If a trypophile doesn't see these things He could die in custody