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’ll find me in the matinee 
The dark of the matinee
is better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine …. is mine

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 clothes I hate 
How I'll never be
anything I hate 
You smile, mention something that you like 
How you'd have a happy life
if you did the things you like

find me and follow me through corridors, refectories
and files You must follow leave this academic factory 
You’ll find me in the matinee 
The dark of the matinee
is better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine …. is mine

So I'm on BBC2 now,
telling Terry Wogan how
I made it and
What I made is unclear,
but his deference is
and his laughter is 
My words and smile are so 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’ll find me in the matinee 
The dark of the matinee
is better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine …. is mine