Everybody in the World knows someone like this girl 
Just for now let's call her Gloria 
But it isn't her name, burnt into my brain G.L.O.R.I.
And on Countdown, Carol would always pull out those 3 vowels 
Oh, your consonants, gather in a word and it glorious 

Yeah, you're glorious 
And I'm in love with you as such 
I write your name again, again, again 
Oh you're glorious 
Everybody knows that much 
How I love your name 
Gloria. G.L.O.R.I.

Everybody in the world seen pictures of my girl, gets about 
She's so well photographed 
But it isn't her face burnt into my brain G.L.O.R.I.
In crosswords, filling them in with all of the wrong words 
Oh how curious. Everything I read spells glorious 
 [bad word] 

Read about her in a book, wherever I look on the T.V. 
On the radio 
I going insane, don’t everybody see that name? 
So I made a little word up 
Had to keep it hushed up 
Made a little code up 
‘cause you're glorious, you're glorious; 
that's why I call you Gloria  [bad word]