Hey you, with your face on the night club flyer
And the font that distorts your name
There's a man at a local phone box
Called Wayne
He claims that he gave you your first turntable
And a hat you could wear indoors
He has tapes of you singing loudly
To Sparks
In 1987 / He was good with his hands
He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands
In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands
And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his hands
I said in 1987 / He was good with his hands
He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands
In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands
And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his...
Hey you, with your eye on the dressing room entrance
And your feet on the crate of Skol
There's a girl on the night club terrace, called Clare
She's there to confront you with DNA evidence
Cause the last time you were here
You retired to her place of residence
Oh dear!
Cause in 1987 / He was good with his hands
He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands
In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands
And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his hands
I said in 1987 / He was good with his hands
He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands
In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands
And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his...
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So much for getting old the stink of sex is undeniable
So much for slowing down the stink of sex is undeniable
So much for dungarees the stink of sex is undeniable
So much for Tony Blair the stink of sex is undeniable
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