You 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 will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee

It's better in the matinee

The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine

I 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 the clothes I hate

How I'll never be anything I hate

You smile, mention something that you like

Oh, 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 will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee

It's better in the matinee

The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine

So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it

And what I made is unclear now

But his deference is and his laughter is

My words and smile are so easy now

Yes, it's 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 will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee

It's better in the matinee

The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine

Well, find me and follow me through corridors

Refectories and files you must follow

Leave this academic factory

You will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee

It's better in the matinee

The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine