I'd like to say i'm rock'n'roll,
I'd like to say that i'm a punk,
But i love winning at the Scrabble,
Even more than getting drunk.
I've got a box set of Blackadder,
The directors cut of Bladerunner,
Enough tea to sink a sub,
A vinyl of T.S. Elliot,
with your name on it.
So darling are you up for it?
I'd like to say i'm working class-
Moving like a Rolling Stone,
But you caught me in the underpass-
Pretending to be Sherlock Holmes.
News-nights the best thing on TV,
I've got Star Wars figurines,
The crossword is only half done,
And yes i mean the cryptic one,
i can't leave it.
So darling are you up for it?
I'd like to say I'm off the scale,
Of madness, prowling in the night,
But I vomited upon the cliche,
When faced with Johnny Razorlight.
So i'm moving back into my hole,
With friends that i met on the dole,
Satre, Cohen, Arthur Dent,
The NME can all get bent.
We'll sod them all,
but keep the Smiths.
Darling if you're up for it.
