Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection of fine little friends you have made Hitting the tables without you again, no, we'll wait, no, we promise, we'll wait Well, June makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste She spends a few months at a time on the couch, but she's safe, she wears shades, she wears shades Oh, but no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And you're aces for coming along You're almost human, after all And you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends doesn't mean they'll call They made the comment in jest But you've got the needle I guess that's the point of it all Maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be We propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea But a couple weeks later, we came back, and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen You had magically moved to the closet, eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been Oh, but no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And you're aces for coming along You're almost human, after all Why on Earth would I keep you propped up in here when you so love the fall The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end Well, it's better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate But while you were sleeping, some men came around, said they had some dimensions to take I'm not sure what they were talking about, but they sure made a mess of your face But still, no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And you're aces for playing along You're almost human, even now And just 'cause they call themselves experts, it doesn't mean sweet fuck all They've got the permanent press And homes with a stable address And they've got excitement And life by the fistful But you've got the needle I guess that's the point of it all