Anybody seen Pinky?
Hyperactive: when I'm small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactive: and the night is young And in a minute I'll blow Semaphore out on the floor Messages from outer space Deep heat for the feet And the rhythm of your heartbeat 'Cause the music of the street It isn't any rapattack It isn't any rapattack I can reach into your homes Like an itch in your headphones You can't turn it up I'm the shape in your back room I'm the breather on the phone And I'm burning up But there's one thing I must say Before they lock me up again - You'd be safer at the back When I'm having an attack! Hyperactive: when I'm small Hyperactive: now I'm tall Hyperactive: as the day is long Hyperactive: in my bones Hyperactive: in your phones Hyperactive: and the night is young Hyperactive : when I'm small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactive: 'til I'm dead and gone