You're so far out to lunch
You really have lost your touch
I think that's you down the drain
No two things are the same

Stop sleeping, stop sleeping
Stop making a fuss
It's all too much
You're out to lunch

That pain's in your neck again
And everything sounds the same
It really has got to stop
You're heading straight for that drop

Stop sleeping, stop sleeping
Stop making a fuss
It's all too much
You're out to lunch

Fake it, fake it, fake it, fake it
Fake it, fake it, fake it, fake it

Stop sleeping, stop sleeping
Stop making a fuss
It's all too much
You're out to lunch
Out to lunch, out to lunch
Out to lunch