The True Wheel

We are the 801,

We are the central shaft

And we are here to let you take advantage

Of our lack of craft:

Certain streets have certain corners

Sooner or later, we'll turn yours

 

We are the 801,

We are the central shaft

And thus throughout two years

We've crossed the ocean in our little craft (Row! Row! Row)

Now we're on the telephone,

Making final arrangements (Ding! Ding!)

We are the 801, we are the central shaft

 

Looking for a certain ratio

Someone must have left it underneath the carpet

Looking up and down the radio

Oh-oh, nothing there this time

Looking for a certain ratio

Someone said they saw it parking in a car-lot

Looking up and down the radio

Oh-oh, nothing there this time

Going back down to the radio

Oh, oh - oh, oh - oh, oh - here we go!

 

We are the table, the captain's table

Let's get it understood, let's get it understood

We are the losers, we are the bruisers

Let's get it understood, let's get it understood

We are the diners, the final diners

Let's get it understood, let's get it understood

Most of us tinkers, some of us tailors,

And we've got candlesticks, and lots of cocktail sticks

We saw the lovers, the modern lovers

And they looked very good, they looked as if they could

We are the neighbours, the nosy neighbours

We think just like we would, we think just like we should.

 

Oh,

oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh,

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,

oh-oh oh-oh,

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Songtext: Eno, Brian