You're a voyeur junkie, you're a problem boynThe peeping Toms regard you as their toynThe keyboard cowboys have stolen your voicenYou'd like to give it up but you haven't got a choicennYou've got a morbid fascination and a twisted viewnYou want big brother to spy on younThe trouble is (and you know it's true)nYou like to be watched and be the watcher, toonYou tap your Morse from your specimen jarnYou are the audience, you are the starnnYou like to be watched and be the watcher, toonnYou've got mail - you'd better read it or you will become detachednAnd you wouldn't want thatnWould you?nnYou like to be watched and be the watcher, too