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I'm bugged you all look like insects In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I drop a little note through my sympathetics door I think I'm going ga ga I just can't take anymore At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest And when I see 'em fiddling well I think you've guessed the rest! I'm bugged you all look like insects In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the street And just like in my nightmare they are jiggling at my feet I take a dead man's lighter and I burn them to the floor But where there was a dozen there are now a hundred more I'm bugged

XTC. "Bugged." White Music. Virgin Records, 1977.