Ople passing by, all through the night
They use my senses in strange ways
She knows just what you are, like a fading star
And she uses my senses in strange ways *
You've got to think zinc
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Ooh **
You've got to think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Zinc, zinc
Ooh **
People passing by, all through the night
They use my numbers in strange ways
Over the telephone, you should hear them groan
I crossed his wires in strange ways *
**Repeat ***Repeat
All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
*Repeat **Repeat
***Repeat three times
Oh hmm hmm
*Repeat **Repeat ***Repeat
Think zinc, think zinc baby
Think zinc, think zinc baby
