Green Shirt Helmet

There's a smart young woman
On a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night
And she takes all the red, yellow
Orange and green
And she turns them into black and white
But you tease, and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons
On your green shirt
You can please yourself
But somebody's gonna get it

Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table

'cause somewhere in the "quizling clinic"
There's a shorthand typist
Taking seconds over minutes
She's listening in to the venus line
She's picking out names
I hope none of them are mine
But you tease, and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons
On your green shirt
You can please yourself
But somebody's gonna get it