Herculean bellboy is lost in his roomnAsleep to the worldnDreads the coming new yearnBut maybe it's just he has nothing to wearnAnd where have all his friends gonenLike Lisa LaRoch in her pale violet dressnThe letters that she gave him[-----] and went straight to his headnnHe likes the rock n roll sounds of anything pre-1984nHe turns the MTV on and questions the taste of the human racenHerculean bellboy just wanders around in his torn dressing gownnHe's searching for a reason to get up out of bednAnd yes he's well readnnHerculean bellboynLet's go wander through the autumn leavesnAnd the air that you've been tastingnIs the life that you've been wastingnHerculeaaaannnHerculean bellboy wants a brand new lovenJust like everyonenHe'd like to be a dancer, or a mover, or a salesmannOne who sells things that he believes innnHerculean bellboynLet's go wander through the autumn leavesnAnd the air that you've been tastingnIs the life that you've been wastingnHerculeaaaannHerculeaaaannHerculeaaaaaaann