Both born of lust and deceit

We are lovers who will never meet

Once fate put us in the same room

When you knew not of me, nor I of you

Something inside dies

And we don’t stand up to scrutiny

But we spin by and by the by

A great pain finds numb haven, humdrum

And we spin by and by the by

Something inside dies

Me and my imaginary friend

Have been going round the bend for some time now,

For some time now

And me and Timmy Turd

Are having trouble being heard

Through the background hum

Above the background hum

Me and Barry C

Are going down to Connah’s Quay

For all your Telecaster dreams

A Telecaster’s all you need

Me and my imaginary friend

Have been going round the bend for some time now,

For some time now

And me and Timmy Turd

Are having trouble being heard

Through the background hum

Above the background hum

Me and Barry C

Are going down to Connah’s Quay

For all your Telecaster dreams

A Telecaster’s all you need

Something inside dies