Golden Trunks

Last night when my psyche's Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice You slowly dropped your eyelids When true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice And in response to what you whispered in my ear I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too The leader of the free world Reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks He's got himself a theme tune They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring And in response to what you whispered in my ear I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too In the daytime Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies Summat else to publicise I'm sure you've heard about enough So in response to what you whispered in my ear I'll be upfront, sometimes (sometimes) I fantasize about you, too