He's got the looks, he's got the lolly Driving me clean off my trolley Doing the jitterbug, doing the jive Doing the shimmy, snakes alive That's not a dance, that's S-E-X Ban that couple, certificate X!
Don't tempt me
Don't tempt me
Don't tempt me
I'm half-way out of my seat
Ooh I'm a patient man
Ooh But its out of hand
If there's one thing I can't stand
Get yer mittens off my gal Or you'll end up as mincemeat pal I've got friends, mean sons They've got knives, chains, guns Gas, grenades, knuckle-dusters, Lazy Susans, Blockbusters
Guitar Solo
I'm sitting here, calm as I can While you polish the floor with another man I'm not mad, I'm a cuddly toy Just keep me away from laughing boy You say he's a relative, some hope If he's your uncle, I'm the Pope!