Golden Trunks

Last night when my psyche′s
Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice
You slowly dropped your eyelids
When true love takes a grip, it leaves you without a choice

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit, sometimes
I fantasize about you too

The leader of the free world
Reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks
He’s got him send a theme tune
They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit, sometimes
I fantasize about you too

In the daytime
Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies
Summat else to publicize
I′m sure you’ve heard about enough

So in response to what you whispered in my ear
I’ll be upfront, sometimes, sometimes
I fantasize about you too