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 shit goes straight in the bin
They're pretty choosy now, so good stuff only,
Anything by Lin, 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 & charms
I've read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and big health scares.
