The word's on the streets we've found someone new

If he looks nothin' like me I'm so happy for you

I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the Church

She's tryin' to replace me but it'll never work 'Cause 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

(Ooo)

Bikini clad girl on the front who invited you in

Such great disappointment when you got him home

The original was so good no one you know longer know 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 not easy to forget me)

It's so hard to disconnect

(It's so hard to disconnect)

When it's electronically reprocessed

(Electronically)

To give a more life like effect

Tom, come on Aah, sing your song

About all the sad imitations

That got it so wrong It's like a late Tom and Jerry

When the two of them could've talk

Like the stones since the eighties

Like the last days of southfork, ohh

Like 'Planet of the Apes' on TV

The second side of 'til the band comes in

Like an known brand box of cornflakes

He's goin' to let you down my friend

(Jimmy gotta)