Sangtekst: Pushmonkey. Now.

One that
Begs
Prays
On the phone
Makes
Makes waste
Dies alone
Gets on
Gets off
Going to fall
Gets laid
Works late
My eye is on the ball
Now
One that
Drinks
Pays
Can't wait for long
Just sees
Believes
Knows right from wrong
Spies
Watches
Keeps the young
We're all in one and
One is odd
My eye is on the ball

Now
One is filthy
One is broke
One becomes a whore
One has not what
One has had
One that wants it more
One can play
One just fakes it
One who knows the spot
One who hopes to
One day be the
One who makes a lot
Respects
Regrets
Ones who see it all
My eye is on
My eye is on the ball
Remembers
Regrets
One who sees it all
My eye is on
My eye is on the ball