(instrumental opening)

In a little while from now
the machine, I'll turn on its power.
I promised myself to meet myself
and another one in an hour.
I am beside myself
so now I can fix that shelf
in an effort to make it clear, it's true
that it's been too long unlevel.
Another me will take
all my clothes that look disheveled
and in the wash those clothes he'll toss
but not hockey jersey, Devils.
The original me needs it
while back at home will sit
my clones again, naturally.

To think that only yesterday
I was tired in every way.
Looking forward to -- actually, not true
for not enough hours in the day.
But I figured I could use
copies of me who can't refuse
orders to do work and not call me "jerk"
so I could do lots of other
things I need to do
like go shopping with my mother.
She thinks it's fun to "draft" her son.
Instead, it's my "twin brother."
I used to use "Bernard."
But this is far less hard!
A clone again, naturally.

It seems to me that there are more
of me now in this world.
I've got more free time.
I've got more me time.
What do I do?
What do I do?

(instrumental break)

A clone again, naturally.

A call from NYPD.
They say they have arrested me?
This does not sound good.
Maybe not, knock wood.
And I get to Precinct 23.
And up on Central Park West
found the woman I like best.
He went up to walk, more like went to stalk.
Catherine gave him knuckle sandwich.
Leaving him so bruised.
That's bad news, he's hurt and failing.
And now the cost will make me frost:
Five hundred bucks for bailing.
Gotta put these guys away.
Cops won't believe, I say:
"A clone again, naturally!"

"Ms. Jones, again...
I'm sorry."