Prefab Sprout - Technique lyrics

12345/12345... 12345/12345 Her husband works in jodrell bank, he's home late in the morning, Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies. In the morning i go walking, it helps the hurting soften, I've seen a lot of places, 'cos i miss her very often. But i could never work there, what a shame that i'm not clever, It's for men with horn rimmed gla**es, and four distinguished "a level" pa**es. What chance so long ago, i buried something i should know. Verse and chapter they unfurl, - and sprinkle it upon the world. name it. Technique ! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak. Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating. Technique ! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.