The Pow Pow Negro Blowtorch

My, my my, we're treating each other just like strangers

I can't ignore the significance of these changes

But you can't treat it lightly,

And you'll have to face the consequences

All my worst fears are grounded

You have to make the choice between

The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no, no)

 

By this time time I got to looking for a kind of substitute

I can't tell you quite how,

Except that it rhymes with dissolute (oh naughty, naughty):

But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable

And it's driving me crazy

'Cause her loving's just a fable that we sometimes try,

With passion, to recall...

 

Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator

He's breathing like a furnace, so

I'll see you later, alligator

He'll set the sheets on fire - mmm, quite a burning lover

Now he'll barbecue your kitten: he is just another learner lover

You have to make the choice between

The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me...

Songtext: Eno, Brian