This girl, the way she looked at me
Spoke to me through telepathy
Told me things i never would have known
De ja vu from what i’ve dreamt at home
Head deep on the reef i creep
Never felt a sweep from deep so steep
Mork and mindy taught me all i know
Now i run like the river that’s way my mind flows
Ooh, de ja vu
Come into my mind
All these reruns i cannot rewind
Ooh, de ja vu
Come into my brain
All these reruns i cannot contain
Seems like, i’ve been here before
Monica’s next victim is al gore
Society tells us who we should be
I’m a music junky what’s wrong with me
Society says to be the crop of the cream
Be a manufactured structural beam
To help build a predictable scene
Shun the stiffs and american dream human beings