She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd

With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes wide open

And the hands busy working overtime

A soap impression of his wife which he ate

And donated to the National Trust

Hey, I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

To the bits that I left uptown

I need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown

Need a fix cause I'm going down, uptown