Ooo, this feeling is strange Like a confused Ood I've begun to change From the boy, to the boy who liked girls To the added view of a Capt Jack-like brain I felt Born Again like a child in need Head spinning like a Christmas tree I must admit that I'm not gay But dammit David Tennant you've got ways Like Dalek-Sec I am infused with emotion, confusion Demotion of preconceived notions I feel like I'm regenerated, but I'm still me Like losing the effects of my Polyjuice potion There's someone else inside me, it feels like a Slitheen I try to trap my sanity in a paradox machine I must admit that I'm not gay But dammit David Tennant you've got ways Peter Vincent won't just disappear With every blink it seems that he draws near So if we all can think up a phrase at exactly the same time To turn this feeling into a crazy thought to blow his mind I must admit that I'm not gay But dammit David Tennant you've got ways Could a cyberman resist? Could a sister find a cure for this? Aaa-aaa-ahhh Here come the drums, HERE COME THE DRUMS!