No jobs for the boys, or the girls So it's off around the world. I hate to say it but I've seen it before The cities, the liftoff, the ocean floor But Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms, I'm just a slave to her whims and charms I've read books, but nothing compares To watching her awards and her big health scares When you're down, to the Amazon tribes, Give me a wave, watching on Sky It's not as if they got much to hide, With the Bodyshop posse coming down on their backs Bear a gift--they'll welcome you in, Anything s___ goes straight in the bin They're pretty choosy now, so good stuff only, Anything by Linn, Panasonic or Sony Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms, I'm just a slave to her whims and charms I've read books, but nothing compares To watching her awards and her big health scares Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms, I'm just a slave to her whims and charms I've read books, but nothing compares To watching her awards and big health scares There's only one thing left for me then; Watching whole continents slide into the sea Don't worry, I'll get it on tape, oh, If it happens while you're away, oh But Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms, I'm just a slave to her whims and charms I've read books, but nothing compares To watching her awards and big health scares.