Текст песни Selling Submarines

We sell because it's what the hell Every morning and at night They buy because they're so shy And it makes us feel all right In town, they're down They need it just to talk Or walk, or dance Just so they'll take the chance And in the morning Calling for you on Saturday In my submarine Oh i mean it In my submarine I keep it clean We buy because we're so shy And it makes us feel all right They sell because they're like "Oh, well" And they got no place to fall In a garden or an ocean Where I'd think to be Hear a sound, make a motion But no one rescue me