Could be worse.
Could be the Bangles.
Buggles- Stalk like a Mortician
All the old paintings on the tomb they do the crab-dance donch'ya know?
If they scratch too quick (oh way-yo) they're fallin down like a domino.
All the boys or men by the Nile got the money on a bet?
All the crocodiles (oh way-yo) they snap their teeth on your cigarette.
Foreign types with the hooker's pipes say "Way-oh Way-oh Way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician."
The blind waitresses trip for days, they spin around and they cross the floor.
They got some hooves (oh way-yo) you drop your drink then they bring you more.
All the schoolkids so sick of books they like to punk out the music band.
When the buzzard sings (oh way-yo) they're Stalking like a Mortician.
All the kids in the marketplace say, "Way-oh Way-oh Way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician."
Slight feet at the street bend your back shift your arm then you pull it back.
Life's hard you know (oh way-yo) so strike a Nose on a Cadillac.
If you want to fight all the cops they're hanging out in the donut shop.
They sing and dance (oh way-yo) they spank the club crews down the block
All the Japanese shot their men. The party boys prank the Kremlin.
And the Chinese know (oh way-yo) they Stalk a line like Mortician.
All the cops in the donut shop say, "Way-oh way-oh way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician. Stalk like a Mortician."
ROFLOL!