The word's on the street; you've found someone new

If he looks nothing like me

I'm so happy for you

I heard an old girlfriend

Has turned to the church

She's trying to replace me

But it'll never work

'cause every touch reminds you of

Just how sweet it could have been

And every time he kisses you

It leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine

A bad cover version of love is not the real thing

Bikini clad girl on the front who invited you in

Such great disappointment

When you got him home

The original was so good

The one you no longer own

And every touch reminds you of

Just how sweet it could have been

And every time he kisses you

You get the taste of saccharine

It's not easy to forget me

It's so hard to disconnect

When it's electronically reprocessed

To give a more life-like effect

Oh come on

Ah, sing your song

About all the sad imitations

That got it so wrong

It's like a later Tom And Jerry, when the two of them could talk

Like the Stones since the Eighties

Like the last days of Southfork

Like Planet Of The Apes on TV

The second side of Til The Band Comes In

Like an own brand box of cornflakes:

He's going to let you down, my friend