Say you dont love him, my salamander.
Why do you need him?
Oh no, don't answer, oh no.
I'm getting closer,
I'm getting closer to your heart.
Keeping ahead of the rain on the road,
Watching my windscreen wipers.
Radio play me a danceable ode,
Cattle beware of snipers.
When will you see me, my salamander?
Now dont try to tell me
Hitting the chisel and making a joint,
Glueing my fingers together.
Radio play me a song with a point,
Sailor beware of weather.
I'm getting closer, my salamander.
I'm getting closer,
I'm getting closer to your heart.
I'm getting closer to your heart.
I'm getting closer to your hea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea