Lyrics

[Intro (Spoken)] I imagine growing old with her She's not big-boned, she's just bonkers Subtle as a ferret in a [?] shop Still... [Verse 1] It's me on the pedals The moon in the saddle And we're jiggling down to the sea It's me on the pedals And the moon in the saddle And we're jiggling down to the sea It's me on the pedals And the moon in the saddle And we're jiggling down to the sea Into the sea To the sea [Verse 2] What crazy rhythm is this? Hun, please tell me that it isn't The same rhythm that your face twitches in You are an obsession You move like you've got answers I move like I've got questions Whose music are you, dancer? Whose music are you, dancer? Whose music would you dance to? Whose goose would you let gander? Whose lies would you rather [tanter?] Banter doesn't work Pampering doesn't work To her I'm a douchebag turd My fantasy grows like a cancer on my nerves Oh my word, my days, isn't this true? I'm amoeba with you, I'm a fever with you Feeble prick among you You like a trick of the moon You like a lick of the spoon [Chorus] For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter [Verse 2] What a trip that was Look, I fell for the moon, slipped up under her Ain't she a tricksy customer? Brought up words like a buttercup Custard-coloured clowns [act?] up there Waggling her ears, buttering a cloud Here's me tucking her down My feet stuck in the mud of the South Downs My tongue in her mouth, hers in my mouth Jiggling about clumsily Silly me, silly us, trying to make one body from two Isn't feasible, is it? Is it? Whatever, hey D-d-d-d-way d-d-d-d Fiddle with the cap and her [cat murder?] Trigger was triggered, so frig it, you know, frig it Isn't every day you slip in and get a full Lick of the spoon, love is a trick of the moon [Chorus] For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter [Verse 3] What a trip that was Look, I fell for the moon, slipped up under her Ain't she a tricksy customer? Brought up words like a buttercup Custard-coloured clowns up there Waggling her ears, buttering a cloud Here's me tucking her down My feet stuck in the mud of the South Downs My tongue in her mouth, hers in my mouth Jiggling about clumsily Silly me, silly us, trying to make one body from two Isn't feasible, is it? Is it? Whatever, hey D-d-d-d-way d-d-d-d Fiddle with the cap and her [cat murder?] Trigger was triggered, so frig it, you know, frig it Isn't every day you slip in and get a full Lick of the spoon, love is a trick of the moon [Chorus] For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a For some reason or other, I love her Even though she's a nutter