Sweet in winter, sweet in rain
"Shake well before use", she said
You never touch me any more this way
Connector in receiver out
You let me in through the back door

Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to Romford
Ride the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain
"Shake well before use", she said
You never touch me any more this way
Oh no
Connector connector connector connector
You're a connector connector connector connector

I'm so dirty
And the light blinds my eyes
You're oh so dirty
And the light it blinds my eyes
Here comes Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline", she said today
But I was too busy with my hand
"Shake well before use", she said
But you never touch me any more
I was busy listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door
In skin-tight trunks
And we all went mental
And danced
I get my kicks on Channel 6
I get my kicks on Channel 6
I get my kicks on Channel 6
I get my kicks on Channel 6
To the off-peak
Electricity

And the light blinds my eyes
And I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes
And I feel so
Shaken in my faith
Here comes Christ on crutches

And here comes another god
Here comes another god
Like a buffalo thunder
With a smell of sugar
And a velvet tongue
And designer voodoo
But I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s
Freeze-dried with a new religion
And my teeth stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on Channel 6
The light it burns my eyes
And I feel so dirty
Here comes Christ on crutches
I will not be confused
Will not be confused
They left me confused
I will not be confused
With another man

This pressure of opinions
Lighten up
Listen to your eyes, you said
But all I could see was Doris Day
In a big screen satellite
Disappearing down the tube hole on Farringdon Street
With whiplash willy the motor psycho
And the light, it burns my eyes
And the light, it burns my eyes
I get my kicks on Channel 6
I get my kicks on Channel 6 (Repeat to fade)