You must be good for something

Situation hollow
Loving changed to dollars
I can’t live with your totalitarian standards

Sitting in the backseat
Beauty on a backstreet
Cleaning in a K-Mart dress
I ask is somebody your, oh my

You must be good for something
You’re much too good for me

Poor imagination
Boobs on every station
You think it’s free ’cause they show it on the cable TV
Your favourite kind of reading is the lyric-sheet
The record you play
You play because it’s number one – oh my

There’s nothing wrong with being the majority
Who acts the only way, that’s even logical
I’m out of time, I know that I could never be like you

You must be good for something
I know you’re good for something

Text by Daryl Hall, John Oates, Andy Kirnberger