Lyrics: Bjá¶rk. Domestica.

Oh boy
where have I put my keys?

I've looked in my pocket
behind the newspaper
and underneath the remote control
and I cannot find where I put it again

Oh boy
I cannot find my keys
I'm far too late

The door is open now
a taxi is waiting there

A phone keeps ringing
I am definitely not going to
pick it up

'Cause
when I grow up
I'm gonna get those fancy keyrings
that you whistle at
and they whistle right back
at you