All Dressed Up

All Dressed Up (With Nowhere To Go) All dressed up with nowhere to go Yeah we’re all dressed up with nowhere to go I’ll chase you round the table and I’ll chase you up the stair With you in my kimono and me in your underwear… yeah! You painted all my toenails and you powdered on my nose… beautiful! We’re in a state of high elation with nowhere to go All dressed up with nowhere to go Yeah we’re all dressed up with nowhere to go We dance around the bedroom in hysterical fits And if this house is an asylum then we are the lunatics… ha ha ha! You beat a rhythm on my bongos while I play on your french horn… horn! We’re psychedelically connected to each other Je suis amoure I don’t recognise myself anymore Who’s that fella in the mirror on the wall I don’t recognise myself anymore That freaky looking fella in the mirror on the wall In the mirror on the wall In the mirror on the wall In the mirror What time is it? 2 o’clock What time is it? 4 o’clock What time is it? 6 o’clock Does anybody know? No! Freak show I don’t recognise myself anymore Who’s that fella in the mirror on the wall I don’t recognise myself anymore That freaky looking fella in the mirror on the wall In the mirror on the wall In the mirror on the wall In the mirror On the wall