Now won't you go and count to three, while I turn my back on you.
You're going to cave in and I'm coming to eat you.
I'll be round in half and hour to stop the d**h of everything
You're awkward and wayward and I'm dying to meet you.
You're so easy to listen to.
You could turn me on,
And I could fall apart.
You wear me out
Waiting for an explosion.
Hey you, reclusive champion, determined Englishman.
You don't like imitations; you are one in six billion.
You're so easy to listen to.
We could cling together,
Or we could fall apart.
I'll burn you out
Waiting for an explosion