Lookin' At Chyx

Today I'm staying home from work and I don't care who knows
Tomorrow I'll be unemployed, I suppose
But you'll know where to find me from nine to five or six
I'll be sitting on this park bench, lookin' at chyx

I'll be lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at chyx

Later on I'm going to the magazine stand
I say don't put off til tomorrow what you can do by hand
And later this evening I'll be up to my old tricks
I'll be thumbing through the magazine and lookin' at chyx

I'll be lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at chyx

Now at the cafe looking over my coffee cup
I'm desparately wishing I could call you up
But with my telescope in hand I'll get my kicks
I'll be making things look bigger and lookin' at chyx

I'll be lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at chyx
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