| Here comes that man again
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| It’s always round midnight
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| That Amsterdam creeps into my PC
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| After a long hard day selling pornography
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| He likes to come home and talk to me
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| He’s got his mind on the job but
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| His technological props
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| Oops, another file on the email
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| And though I’m scared to click open
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| I just can’t help having a look
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| Oh, here comes that man again
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| A car crash in my psyche
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| My curiosity’s driving me
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| Yes here he comes again
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| Who’d have thought I’d have as much fun
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| With an anonymous Dutchman?
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| I never knew I had it in me
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| He says the camera is on and
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| Can I see him yet?
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| I say «Babe you look like a ghost
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| And sound like a Dalek to me»
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| So let’s go back to the written word
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| Even though we both know it’s absurd
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| Here comes that man again
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| Here comes that man again
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| Here comes that man again
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| Here comes that man again
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| He knows that I’m online
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| «Knock knock, who’s there?»
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| Here comes millenium man
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| Rum and coke in one hand
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| And in the other…
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| Is that a mouse a see?
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| Although when I tell him he’s corny
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| It seems to make him quite horny
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| And through the cyberspace
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| I watch the rapture on his face
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| Yes while his girlfriend is sleeping
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| His sexuality’s peeking
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| Here comes that man again
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| After a long hard day
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| He likes to come home and talk to me
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| He says it’s something he needs
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| He can’t stop spilling the seeds
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| God bless European unity
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| And all those who never sleep
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off baby
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off baby
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off
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| Another stain on another blue dress
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off baby
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off baby
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| Sha la la la la, get your rocks off
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| Yes, yes |