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'll turn out fine Things are looking up In the meantime Things are looking up I'm swinging through the top of the valley Feeling 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'll 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'll turn out fine Things are looking up In the meantime Things are looking up In the meantime