Staring at the carpet, dialing on the telephone
Fumbling for an answer, is there anybody home
Lampshades at an angle, cultivate a look
Never black and navy, now happy face, good
People are strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn't it strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
People are strange
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Coughing through the movie, dreamer on the turnpike
So now, at the table, everyone dies
Head down at the school house, head down for the firm
Head down in your future, and what've you learned
People are strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn't it strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
People are strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn't it strange,
A little bit strange, a little bit strange to be