From the bells of St MaryTo the Count of Monte CristoNothing can stopNothing can stopNothing can stopThe sins of M
emphistoSally used to play with her hula hoopsNow she tells her problems to therapy groupsGrampa's on the front lawn starin
g at a rakeWondering if his marriage was a terrible mistakeI'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crushWondering if
it's possible if I could still blushUh huh Oh yeahA boy on a bike with courderoy slacksSleeps in the river by the railroa
d tracksHe waits for the whistle on the train to screamSo he can close his eyes and begin to dreamUh huh Oh yeahThe hand
s on his watch spin slowly aroundWith his mind on a bus that goes all over townLooking at the babies and the factoriesAnd li
stening to the music of Mister SqueezeAs if by magic or remote controlHe finds a piece of a puzzleThat he missed in his soul
Uh huh Oh yeahAdam and Eve and Lucy and RickyBit the big apple and got a little stickyEsmeralda and the Hunchback of Not
re DameThey humped each other like they had no shameThey paused as they posed for a Polaroid photoShe whispered in his ear E
xactly Odo Quasi Modo