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.