We're not numbersnWe're not numbers anymorenWe're the countersnWe're not numbers anymorennWe're not numbersnWe're not numbers anymorenWe're the countersnWe're the countersnnIt seems that all the milk's gone sournAnd I can't believe my eyesnI drank to put me out of my miseryncruel to be kindnThe sweat has dried into my shirtnand I tried to bite my tonguenI know you think that I am joking aroundnyou've got that wrong, wrong, wrongnnSitting in the front seatnTurning on the motornSucking on the hose pipenKeep it turning over nnIt seems that everything's gone wrongnSince you entered my lifenFor me to stay here would be a bad ideanAnd thats not so nice, nice, nicennSitting in the front seatnTurning on the motornSucking on the hose pipenKeep it turning overnKeep it turning over