There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list Fingers creepin' up my spine are not mine to resist Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial The courting cold wars weekend witch trial All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones Try to look Italian through the musical Valium Thinkin' of grand larceny Smokin' the everlasting cigarette of chastity Cute assistants stayin' alive More like a hand job than the hand jive Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Toughen up, toughen up Keep your lip buttoned up Strict time, strict time Strict time, strict time