He's saving up for a new Ben Sherman

He says he'd like to fuck Uma Thurman

I don't think that he'll get too far

With either those dreams

He's got his eyes on a pair of Pumas

He says I should cut my hair like Uma's

If he thinks I'd go along with

His sordid fancies



When you call my name

It better be me that you want

And not anyone else

If it's all the same

I don't want to get into bed

With your dreams there as well

Get through your head, or do I have to yell



That I don't want that

And well I might desert you

'Cos if I get a short back

And sides will that hurt you?



He says he's starting to feel quite horny

I say shut up and read your Nick Hornby

Then he pouts to try to sway me

But I don't think so

He says you can't waste a good erection

I think I'm starting to lose affection

I once felt for him, it's over

I tried to tell him



When you call my name

It better be me that you want

And not anyone else

If it's all the same

I don't want to get into bed

With your dreams there as well

Get through your head, or do I have to yell



That I don't want that (no way)

And well I might desert you (today)

'Cos if I get a short back (okay)

And sides will that hurt you?



(the cool breakdown with the handclaps)



When you call my name

It better be me that you want

And not anyone else

If it's all the same

I don't want to get into bed

With your dreams there as well

Get through your head, or at least through your gel



That I don't want that (no way)

And well I might desert you (today)

'Cos if I get a short back (okay)

And sides will that hurt you?