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