Bad Cover Version
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
'Cos 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
Aah, 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