He's saving up for a new Ben Sherman He says he'd like to f** Uma Thurman I don't think that he'll get too far With either those dreams He's got his eyes on a pair of Pumas He says I should cut my hair like Uma's If he thinks I'd go along with His sordid fancies When you call my name It better be me that you want And not anyone else If it's all the same I don't want to get into bed With your dreams there as well Get through your head, or do I have to yell That I don't want that And well I might desert you 'Cos if I get a short back And sides will that hurt you? He says he's starting to feel quite horny I say shut up and read your Nick Hornby Then he pouts to try to sway me But I don't think so He says you can't waste a good erection I think I'm starting to lose affection I once felt for him, it's over I tried to tell him When you call my name It better be me that you want And not anyone else If it's all the same I don't want to get into bed With your dreams there as well Get through your head, or do I have to yell That I don't want that (no way) And well I might desert you (today) 'Cos if I get a short back (okay) And sides will that hurt you? (the cool breakdown with the handclaps) When you call my name It better be me that you want And not anyone else If it's all the same I don't want to get into bed With your dreams there as well Get through your head, or at least through your gel That I don't want that (no way) And well I might desert you (today) 'Cos if I get a short back (okay) And sides will that hurt you?