Technicolour

No jobs for the boys, or the girls
So it’s off around the world
I hate to say it, but I’ve seen it before
The cities, the liftoff, the ocean floor
But Technicolour’s got me in her open arms
I’m just a slave to her whims and charms
I’ve read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and her big health scares
When you’re down with the Amazon tribe
Give me a wave, I’ll watch it on Sky
Not as if they got enough to hide
With the Bodyshop posse coming down on their backs
Bear a gift--they'll welcome you in
Anything shit goes straight in the bin
They’re pretty choosy now, so good stuff only
Anything by Lin, Panasonic or Sony
Technicolour’s got me in her open arms
I’m just a slave to her whims and charms
I’ve read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and her big health scares
Technicolour’s got me in her open arms
I’m just a slave to her whims and charms
I’ve read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and big health scares
There’s only one thing, left for me then
Watching whole continents slide into the sea
Don’t worry, I’ll get it on tape, oh
If it happens while you’re away, oh
Technicolour’s got me in her open arms
I’m just a slave to her whims and charms
I’ve read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and big health scares
Technicolour’s got me in her open arms
I’m just a slave to her whims and charms
I’ve read books, but nothing compares
To watching her awards and big health scares