Pere Ubu
Over My Head

It's pretty cute the way she tucks me in at dawn (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And how I pray that I never should sin again (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Uh oh
Here it comes
It's goin' over my head
It's over my head

In the gas her eyes are imagined (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And what she sees cannot be detected (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, here it comes

It's over my head
It's over my head
It's over my head
It's over my head

[Guitar Solo]

That, she said, and that went by (ooh, ooh, ooh)
This, she says, and this may too (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh no
There it goes

It's over my head
It's over my head
It's over my head
It's over my head
It's over my head