Take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow me, leave this pshycadelic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine
Time every journey to bump into you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate All the girls I hate All the words I hate All the clothes I hate How I'll never be anything I hate You smile, mention something that you like Oh how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is My words and smile are so easy now Yes, It's easy now Yes, It's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this pshycadelic factory You will find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee The dark of the matinee Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this psychadelic factory You'll find me in the matinee The dark of the matinee Better in the matinee The dark of the matinee is mine Yes it's mine