There's a girl I'm told who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites And she lives somewhere you wouldn't wanna get stuck That can't be found in the Domesday Book Cromwell's troops never billeted there Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed where This girl I'm told rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes This spoon in my drawer, a reminder of childhood Stayed loyal down the years in a way others never could The wine has coiled its way around my understanding And I'm deaf to your libertarian jeers They should just brick Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes Brick him up She in signal red Me in drab olive We made our way from Loggerheads to Hope Blue skies, good underfoot I played my sackbut Somewhat unwittingly kindled the underbrush Through my haphazard ways I'd set the woods ablaze But I'd had the best of days Along the trail And I feel retiring her would constitute a crime And I know Chesil Beach is far away in time And now I've found these androids empathise, understand and realise So it's really no surprise I've got one that rolls its eyes At the Gok Wan acolytes