The closest that I got to smart When I was walking through the car park My first romance was in full spark And in my tonic suit I took a sneaky route Past the empty washing lines To the sheds where all the bells would chime I loved the suits and shiny shoes The braces that I'd never use And so much more than just a muse She was my heart and soul Like the sausage in a roll But I couldn't stay out late I'd be flat out on the ropes again The sun went down on all of that I folded up the pink cravat Behind the door my pork pie hat The Brut back in the box My eyes towards the gods But she left me with a void That I filled with brand new corduroys