I saw you in your wetsuit We were watching from the shower Spitting contemptuously Like the wild cat that you are Like the wild cat of Scotland Both exclusive and elusive
They'll never capture you Believe me, they want to That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York
So now, you stand on Broadway Both bemused and confused And they've come to steal your beauty Your fierce, celtic beauty
But they'll never capture you Believe me, they want to That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York
In some parts of the world They still hold to believe That a camera can steal your soul And I go along with that Lock, stock and barrel
But they'll never capture you Believe me, they want to That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York That'll be like trying to catch a salmon in New York