Strict Time

There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth
 I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out
 Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist
 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list
 Fingers creepin' up my spine are not mine to resist
 Toughen up, toughen up
 Keep your lip buttoned up
 Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
 And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl
 Oh he's all hands, don't touch that dial
 The courting cold wars weekend witch trial
 All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid
 The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid 'cause it's strict time
 Toughen up, toughen up
 Keep your lip buttoned up
 You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones
 Try to look Italian through the musical Valium
 Thinkin' of grand larceny
 Smokin' the everlasting cigarette of chastity
 Cute assistants stayin' alive
 More like a hand job than the hand jive
 Toughen up, toughen up
 Keep your lip buttoned up
 Toughen up, toughen up
 Keep your lip buttoned up
 Strict time, strict time
 Strict time, strict time