Welcome to the residence Of alien intelligence, Step inside, look around, Wall to wall, sound on sound, A special room to call my own, The perfect life, the ideal home. But something in the atmosphere Makes me want to disappear, Disposable, You make me feel disposable, Disposable So-so surreal, Disposable ... Yesterday is on the run, Much more fun for everyone, Extra time for extra leisure, Leisure wear for rest and pleasure, Everything is close to hand, The living room has open plans, Colour schemes to match your mood, Nothing fancy, nothing crude, Dazzled by the look of things, Your tape recorder heart still sings, But life still spools on from reel to reel, In shades of grey, in stainless steel, Behind closed doors each small appliance Forms an unholy alliance ... Could we be the perfect pair? I don't know and I don't care. Disposable, You make me feel disposable, Disposable So-so surreal, Disposable. The purchase of discreet devices Is one of our more subtle vices Flick a switch for filtered air, Be careful on the moving stair, We hope you like the luxury, Money doesn't grow on trees, Don't forget to call again, Love to see you, Just say when. Disposable, You make me feel disposable, Disposable So-so surreal, Disposable. The song title is incorrectly spelled "Disposible" on the CD liner and in the accompanying booklet.