Now won't you go and count to three, while I turn my back on you
You're going to cave in and I'm coming to eat you
I'll be round in half and hour to stop the death of everything
You're awkward and wayward and I'm dying to meet you

You're so easy to listen to

You could turn me on,
And I could fall apart
You wear me out
Waiting for an explosion
Hey you, reclusive champion, determined Englishman
You don't like imitations