Song Lyrics

You know folks, I was talking with my honey the other day,
My Pablo Honey, I said to her, I said,
"Pablo Honey", I said, I said, "You go to my head, my radio-head."
Ok Computer!

When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so frickin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the heck am I doing here?
I don't belong here
No, no, no, no!

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I'll have that special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the heck am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I'm a creep, I'm a nut-job
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable,
Not drinking too much, a pig in a cage on antibiotics!

Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward Obrien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke