You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom
buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool slacken ties and
I'm not to look at you in the shoe
But the eyes find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors
refectories
And files you must follow
Leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine Yes, it's mine

I time every journey
To bump into you accidentally
I charm you and tell you
Of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
Oh, how you'd have a happy life
If you did the things you like
Find me and follow me through corridors
refectories
Files you must follow
Leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine Yes, it's mine
So I'm on B B C 2 now
Telling Terry Wogan how
I made it and
What I made is unclear now
But his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors
refectories
And files you must follow
Leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Find me and follow me through corridors
refectories
And files you must follow
Leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine Yes, it's mine…