Standing in the bog of a West End bar Guy on the right leaning over too far Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot Open up the pack, see what type I got I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, Protex blue All I wanna do It's a fab protective for that type of a girl Everybody knows it, uses it well It's the therapeutic structure, I can use at will I don't think it fit my BD drill I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, Protex blue All I wanna do Protex, Protex blue All I wanna do Sitting in a carriage of a Bakerloo So what's in my little pocket, got a packet for you Advert on the escalator on the way home Don't wanna chew skin, I wanna be alone I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, Protex blue All I wanna do Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh The beerer we get, the funnier we sound