People passing by, all through the night
They use my senses in strange ways
She knows just what you are, like a fading star
And she uses my senses in strange ways *
You’ve got to think zinc
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Ooh **
You’ve got to think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Zinc, zinc
Ooh **
People passing by, all through the night
They use my numbers in strange ways
Over the telephone, you should hear them groan
I crossed his wires in strange ways *
All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
Oh hmm hmm
Think zinc, think zinc baby
Think zinc, think zinc baby