Hot Chip

Two people are alley cats
We have an unhappy cat
He is restless, needs attention, loses patience, seeks affection
Monkey grooms, blossom blooms
Do you dig germs, The Germs?
Well we wear each other's heads like hats
Speak in tongues like alley cats
Cradle them in both our laps
When we lie alone
Wear each others heads like hats
Speak in tongues like alley cats
Cradle them in both our laps
And we die alone
Well we sleep inside a blanket-y bed
Planted like the crocuses
In the song my mother said
She wanted us to sing
We sleep inside a blanket-y bed