by "Adam Ant"

Don't like your stare
Don't like the arm in the air
Your style is so brash
And that silly moustache

It was, tabletalk

The evil i see
Sends bad vibrations through me
And oh what a square
With your diagonal hair

It was, tabletalk

L said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?'
'how do you do tabletalk?'
And this is what she said;
'love love love love...'

The love of his life
Too close to become a wife
And the death of this girl
Came close to saving the world

From his tabletalk