She forgets She forgets her own address So to give her memory a jolt They send about a thousand volts Up through her toes to her neck She lights like a bulb She's a sixty second travesty Going down in history She's just very busy dying She's a fuck-up Who's a storm in a D-cup She used to spend her days In motorway cafes To get away from it all Straight up She's a twenty year old mystery Going down in history She's just very busy dying Shocking... It's just one shock to wake in the morning She'll get another when she gets the bill The telephone is wringing constatly in her eardrums Explain... The time She always wants to know the time It's time she was unplugged Untied and undrugged Electric Sue has blown a fuse She's a television mini-series Going down in history She's just very busy dying... frying