Four minutes left to go,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stereo,
Four minute warning,
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do?
A few short stories,
A four minute warning
Sasha stands in his yellow cafe,
Yes the heart of the city is here,
So he tells me,
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
He's rolling another,
Man, I'll see you when I see you,
Polly is said to be the next big thing,
In her high-heeled boots and her two inch earrings,
Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear,
You're a rock queen, honey and we all hear you!
Three minutes left to go,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stereo,
Four minute warning,
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do?
A few short stories,
A four minute warning