| A funny little heart in a funny little box |
| Never take it out 'cause it might get dropped |
| Bottle up and hide, tell a little lie |
| If you must, if you must |
| See the crooked man try and walk a crooked mile |
| See the crooked lady with her crooked little smile |
| They see us as they pass |
| And they don’t know what they make of us |
| To make of us |
| 'Cause you and I, you and I, you and I |
| We see a stranger side of things |
| You and I, you and I, you and I |
| We dream a stranger kind of dream |
| We walk the weird side of the street |
| Get an education, get a job, get a life |
| A little white fence and the feeling you’ve arrived |
| Sit yourself down, take a look around, and give up |
| And give up |
| Save up all the pennies and then spend 'em in the shops |
| Everybody’s truckin' 'til the day they’re gonna drop |
| They’re from another planet |
| And they don’t know what they make of us |
| To make of us |
| You and I, you and I, you and I |
| We see a stranger side of things |
| You and I, you and I, you and I |
| We dream a stranger kind of dream |
| We walk the weirdest side of the street |
| Of the street |
| Stop what you’re doing, take your eyes off the screen |
| You’ve always had a feeling, but you don’t know what it means |
| Step across a line with an open mind and let go |
| And let go |
| You and I, you and I, you and I |
| We see a stranger side of things |
| You and I, you and I, you and I |
| We dream a stranger kind of dream |
| We walk the weirdest side of the street |