We used to head down into town
Where I would lend myself to you
And when the conversation dry
I’d end up kissing kissing kissing you.
But now that archaeology, excavation and stratigraphy.

So I’ll dig up your stuff and preserve it
We’ll get old in a bit so let’s make the most of it.

Oh no darling, 
Don’t you forget that I’m still the same boy
But now I drink coffee not just ribena, 
And I like it, I like it.

We had out rooms all painted black
Sleeves of albums stuck up back to back
But now that archaeology all the assemblages of you and me

So ill dig up your stuff and preserve it
We’ll be old in abit, but we’ll all get used to it

Oh no darling, 
Don’t you forget that I’m still the same boy
But now I drink coffee not just ribena, 
And I like it, I like it.

We’ll be old in abit, but not yet. 
So let’s make the most of it, [bad word] back, from the dead,
To relive it, to relive it.

Oh no darling,
Don’t you forget that I’m still the same boy
But now I drink coffee not just ribena, 
And I like it, I like it.

Oh no darling, 
Don’t you forget that I’m still the same boy
But now I drink coffee not just ribena,
And I like it, I like it.