I've spent my life with some regrets
Between naked girls and gadgets
Trying to make the best of things
A clean breast of things
I clear my desk of papers but avoid
The little nest of naked Polaroids

I'm married now but can't deny
I was a single man when I
Collected slides of girls
And hid them in this carousel
To shine for selfish pleasure on my wall

My slide projector lie detector
Shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
On my living room wall

My yesterdays you thought were dead
Are back to life forever
My word processor has got a text corrector
That's got a thing built in
That stops me when I try to enter lies
That prints the truth and cuts me down to size

My yesterdays you thought were gone
Spring back to life when you stumble on
A photograph I made
A duplicate tape on video 8
Of long-lost days I long ago erased

My slide projector lie detector
Shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
Across our living room wall

My video cassette recorder
Plays cassettes in rigid order
Scans for naked skin
Locate the index, hit slow motion, switch to playback
No fast-forwarding

My slide projector lie detector
Shines the things I don't remember
Seven metres tall
Across our living room wall