I've spent my life with some regrets Between naked girls and gadgets Trying to make the best of things A clean breast of things I clear my desk of papers but avoid The little nest of naked Polaroids
I'm married now but can't deny I was a single man when I Collected slides of girls And hid them in this carousel To shine for selfish pleasure on my wall
My slide projector lie detector Shines the things I don't remember Seven metres tall On my living room wall
My yesterdays you thought were dead Are back to life forever My word processor's got a text corrector That's got a thing built in That stops me when I try to enter lies That prints the truth and cuts me down to size
My yesterdays you thought were gone Spring back to life when you stumble on A photograph I made A duplicate tape on video 8 Of long-lost days I long ago erased
My slide projector lie detector Shines the things I don't remember Seven metres tall Across our living room wall
My video cassette recorder plays cassettes in rigid order Scans for naked skin Locate the index, hit slow motion, switch to playback No fast-forwarding
My slide projector lie detector shines the things I don't remember Seven metres tall Across our living room wall