Take a look at your eyes they're bloody mental
Twelve to the size of the Lincoln Continental
A bag of dirt and a pack of ugly menthols
And I can tell by your teeth, you've had a good life
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You can't take my temperature
'Cos I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
Seven sisters you've stumbled to a party
Because there's someone you like who's in the party
You fell asleep on the coach before it started
And I can tell by your coats, this is a nice place
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You can't take my temperature
'Cos I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
And now you've told me you've gone south for the winter
And I can count my friends upon my fingers
My hands are cold and I can not feel my fingers
And I can tell by your tans, they're pretty healthy
You can't take my temperature
My god I'm too unwell to be here
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You can't take my temperature
'Cos I'm a hundred degrees in the shade of your hair
