Before you go do me a favor   Give me a number of a girl almost like you   With legs almost like you   I'm buried deep in mass production      You're not nothing new   I like to drive along the freeways   See the smokestacks belching   Breasts turn brown, so warm and so brown      Though I try to die, you put me back on the line   Oh damn it to hell, back on the line, hell   Back on the line, again and again   I'm back on the line, again and again      And I see my face here   And it's there in the mirror   And it's up in the air   And I'm down on the ground      By the way I'm going for cigarettes   And since you've gotta go   Won't you do me that favor?   Won't you give me that number?   Won't you get me that girl?      Yeah, she's almost like you   Yes, she's almost like you   And I'm almost like him   Yes, I'm almost like him   Yes, I'm almost like him   Yeah, I'm almost like him