Lyrics
That boy certainly transferred himself
From the footballer before
You'd hardly recognize him
As a child everywhere he went
Probably people would say
It was symbolic to a point
But nowadays eccentric like
He keeps false plastic women's bosoms
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
As said nowadays, eccentric like
He keeps false plastic women's bosoms
Under his TV desk and dressing room
Oh yes
Growing up, his family had no problems with nudity
In fact, his had his dad in good stead
On "I'm a Celebrity"
Get me out of here
Comprehensive in thought
He overlooks the fact of cumbering from his desk
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
Everybody would say
He overlooks the mock cumberer from his desk
Where it's the wettest London weather
For in his memory at least, ever
Everybody would say
Look at her
When that women trapped her scarf in the tube
And some inconsiderable passenger left the window open
The wind was blowing
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
The right stuff
Everybody would say
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
How did he find
The plastic bosoms
Everybody would say
You're guarding every can and pool
Because you can't find
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
Everybody would say
The right stuff
How did he find
The false bosom?
How did he find
The right stuff?
His dad in the mirror
His mum with the scarf
The right stuff
Everybody would say
When he was a child
The right stuff
How did he find
The right stuff?
Everybody would say
That boy
That scarf
Her hat
The wind
The window left open
So inconsiderate of him
The right stuff
How did he find
Her hat, what?
He left the window open again
It won't happen again
People would say
He would look around
He would see his memory collage
His parents naked
