I am the defector, And you're the farmer's daughter. You've been teasing us farm boys Till we start talkin' about those rabbits, George. Oh, won't you tell us about those rabbits, George.
I am the defector. I give it what it need. Let's make a new world order, Let's make it rhyme.
You're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto. I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that X-ray machine.
Comin' into land and Now I love the colour of it all. Blue lights on the runway, I love the colour of it all.
I am the defector, 'Cause someone stirred my soul With that great big stick of hers, Kinda looks like an oar.
The accountants have taken the movie. Yeah, they're on set. The people from the mobile phone company Say who gets to play and who gets to not.
You're a picture of the check out girl, Hand me a plastic bag. I got the sweats trying to open it As it all piles up, I wish I didn't bite my nails.
Comin' into land and Now I love the colour of it all. Blue lights on the runway, I love the colour of it all.
Getting ready to spill my guts and, I love the colour of it all, To the waitress on roller skates. I love the colour of it all. Oh, the colour of it all.
I am the great defector, So I must affect an air Of a man who's maybe seen too much, But still just manages to care.
Still you're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto. I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that X-ray machine.
Comin' into land and Now I love the colour of it all. Blue lights on the runway, I love the colour of it all.
Getting ready to spill my guts and, I love the colour of it all, To the, to the waitress on roller skates. I love the colour of it all. Oh, the colour of it all.
Waitress on roller skates. Waitress on roller skates. (Love the colour of it all.) Waitress on roller skates. Waitress on roller skates. Waitress on roller skates. Waitress on roller skates. (Love the colour of it all.) Waitress on roller skates. (Love the colour of it all.) (Love the colour of it all.)