polyethelene (MD123)

So sell your suit and tie And come with me to Mars The surf is always high There's always pretty stars And if you don't get out some more you're gonna rot If you don't get out some more you're gonna rot Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things So sell your suit and tie And come with me to Mars The surf is always high There's always pretty stars And if you don't get out some more you're gonna rot If you don't get out some more you're gonna rot We don't get out as often as we should One of [?] One of these days when they're knocking at the window This is what I'm gonna do Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things Dogged by the little things