The True Wheel

We are the 801, We are the central shaft And we are here to let you take advantage Of our lack of craft: Certain streets have certain corners Sooner or later, we'll turn yours We are the 801, We are the central shaft And thus throughout two years We've crossed the ocean in our little craft (Row! Row! Row) Now we're on the telephone, Making final arrangements (Ding! Ding!) We are the 801, we are the central shaft Looking for a certain ratio Someone must have left it underneath the carpet Looking up and down the radio Oh-oh, nothing there this time Looking for a certain ratio Someone said they saw it parking in a car-lot Looking up and down the radio Oh-oh, nothing there this time Going back down to the radio Oh, oh - oh, oh - oh, oh - here we go! We are the table, the captain's table Let's get it understood, let's get it understood We are the losers, we are the bruisers Let's get it understood, let's get it understood We are the diners, the final diners Let's get it understood, let's get it understood Most of us tinkers, some of us tailors, And we've got candlesticks, and lots of cocktail sticks We saw the lovers, the modern lovers And they looked very good, they looked as if they could We are the neighbours, the nosy neighbours We think just like we would, we think just like we should. Oh, oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh