Excuse me sir, I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost.
I'm looking for a home for my malfunctioning being.
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum. 

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you.

Excuse me miss I'm a dog on heat.
I'm a complicated being with love songs to beat.
I'm a problem solving baby who could march all night.
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fire.

Hot Chip with break your legs, snap off your head.
Hot Chip will put you down, under the ground.

Excuse me child, I am trying to see all the colors and wonder your brightness can be.
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right.
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright.

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.

Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head.
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground.
Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head.
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground. 

Excuse me son, I'm found I'm looking for a place where I was once found.
There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken.
There's always some way to make the silence be spoken.

Hot chip will break your legs, snap off your head.
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground.
Hot chp will break your legs snap, off your head.
Hot chip will put you down, under the ground.