This is the 'B' side of our platter, sports fans
And I’m singing, just for you, covered in sequins
In the canyons of your mind
I will wander through your brain
To the ventricles of your heart, my dear.
I’m in love with you again!
Across the mountains of your chest
I will stick a Union Jack
To the forest of your cheek, ah...
Through the holes in your string vest
In my cardboard-covered dreams
Once again I hear your laugh
(Oooh, oooh, oooh...)
And I kiss, yes, I kiss your perfumed hair
(But she’s not there)
The sweet essence of giraffe
And each time I hear your name
(Frying Pan, Frying Pan)
Oh, oh, oh, my, my...how...how it hurts!
(He’s in pain!)
In the wardrobe of my soul
(Of my soul)
In the section labeled “Shirts”