The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced three-word gesture I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me, typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure ♪ I grabbed you by the gilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And I doused another venture with a gesture that was absolutely vile I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me, typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure ♪ I grabbed you by the gilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And now 18 months' hard labour seems... fair enough I started something And I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me, typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure I started something I started something Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me, typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure ♪ OK Stephen? Do that again?