Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line   Put one foot on the road now where the sybourges are driving    with the WD40 in their viens the screeching little breaks complain      With the brief case empty and the holes in my shoes   I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse   So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls   I believe I can hear through these walls      Oh please save me    Save me from myself   I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf   You said you'd always fall for the underdog      Well I've been dreaming of jettreams and kicking up dust    a thirty seven thousand foot wonderlust and with skyline number nine ticked off in my mind   oh can you hear me screaming out through the telephone line      Oh please save me    save me from myself   I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf   You said you'd awlways fall for the underdog