We sat and decided as the seasons collided
That our love was purely utopian
If it wasn’t for my pills, my psychiatric bills
And your unreliable fallopian.
Then I guessed we’d be fine, embraced on cloud nine
Emotionally impossible to sever
You’d turn around quickly and ever so sickly
I’d tell you I’d love you forever.
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you.
And you know it’s a shame but we were never the same
On account of your stupid amnesia
Through teardrops I stare at the wall that’s now bare
And I reach for the Milk of Magnesia.
And I’ll die on the floor and leave a note on the door
Saying “This ape has just left Gibraltar”
And in hell it will rain and I’ll say once again
That I’d stand next to you at the altar.
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you. With boots on.
