You turn me on
And it's hard to turn me on
You turn me on
And it's hard to turn me on

Mornings I tell you what I dreamed
Before we're swallowed by the work machine,
And spit out in the evening drained half dry.
And that is why

You turn me on
And it's hard to turn me on.

We traveled many miles to no guarantee
Everything's a joke to you; it's not that way to me.
And walt disney cannot make me happy,
Cannot make me go along

But you turn me on
And it's hard to turn me on.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): SAMUEL J. COOMES