Oh, hello
I am the ghost of troubled joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home

They said
There's too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life
I said
Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own

Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again

A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave

Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again

A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why can't it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life

Oh, but don't mention love
No - no, don't mention love!

A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a young man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me

Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love (think I'm in love)
Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh