Na na na na...
Purple eyes is all I've got,
late night tv, smoked a lot,
it's time to talk, in case you'd come,
now I feel like a broken drum.
But you said we had a date,
now you ask me "Am I late?" "Yeah, you're late!" 
How could I ever think I loved you?

Mist and fog is all I see,
eating popcorn, drinking tea,
ate the chocolate, that I bought,
now I'm just a making clot (?),
think I'd let you walk right in.
First you'll have to tell me where, where the hell have you been now?