(Richard Thompson) 



When you were a vixen and I was a chump 

You looked at me like I crawled from a swamp 

Now things have a different complexion 

I'm the object of your affection 

Much as I don't doubt your expertise 

Please find yourself another hunk to squeeze 



It's too late to come fishing 

It's too late to come fishing 

It's too late, and the fish don't like your bait 

Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home 



I know I had the flair, the clothes 

Made you look right down your nose 

But now you want to make a new start 

I'm so touched by your change of heart 

But my diary's fit to overflow 

Find yourself another gigolo 



I've seen your work in that TV sketch 

Playing poison women is hardly a stretch 

And you were type-cast as the Stone Age charmer 

In that Darwin docudrama 

I'd say our time has all but disappeared 

Just like the shine on your fabulous career