On Automatic

I'm on automatic
 And you gotta flip the switch
 Baby there's a box in the attic
 But I couldn't tell you which was which
 It's all become a running joke
 I'm what you might call simple folk
 But everything will turn out fine
 Things are looking up
 In the meantime
 Things are looking up
 I'm swinging through the top of the valley
 Felling like the missing link
 But there's another schematic
 And look, she's getting me a drink
 While putting flowers on his crypt
 'Cause Valentino's lost the script
 But everything will turn out fine
 Things are looking up
 In the meantime
 Things are looking up
 You blew another ring
 I thought you'd quit
 Along with calling misfits
 But it's me your looking up
 I'm on automatic
 The only person left to frisk
 I know I'm being over-dramatic
 But I think I'm going to run that risk
 Of walking down the same old plank
 And maybe I'm about to tank
 But everything will turn out fine
 Things are looking up
 In the meantime
 Things are looking up
 In the meantime