Well, it grips and it grins
It cavorts and it gyrates
And it whispers from the wings
Knowingly insinuates
Shines a certain light on things
Emphasising your least likeable traits
Baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
In the depots, in the silos
On the pallets, in the crates
Down the aisles, wreathed in smiles
In great mountains, on our plates
Like the love of God, it enters you
In all kinds of amorphous states
Baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
Mindless need is loosed among us
In our homes and down our streets
Singing like some mythic creature
Of great Edens, through the gates
And you can have better suction
Even wanton destruction
And all of this at very competitive rates
Baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
Looking down from the highrise
Staring back with your own eyes
Playing games with the numbers
Messing 'round with the dates
Altering its positions
Muttering sweet propositions
Doing its damnedest to get you
Between the sheets
And you might start out
Kicking and screaming
Pretty soon you’re gonna wind up
Sucking on the teats
'Cause, baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
Baby, it accumulates
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