27 Yards Of Dental Floss Songtext / Lyric

Well, I told her that I thought life's too short

And we really should go for a ride

Paul's just phoned, the war's postponed

So come on, I've got the Plymouth outside

The sky's a bit dull but the fridge is full

Things could be a lot worse

It's not like you've been captured by Barbary Corsairs

I said “Let's head Winchester way”, she said “Been yesterday”

Twenty-seven yards of dental floss, and she still won't give me a smile






Fired by wine, she was almost mine

'Til a fight broke out in the bar

Third-Rate Les in his Burberry Fez

Had gone just a little too far

Nailing down his bailing wire

To the laminate floor

He sang a salty song about a girl from Bangalore

I said “Would you like to go the zoo?”, she said “Yeah, but not with you”

Twenty-seven yards of dental floss, but she still won't give me a smile

I'm King Euphoria, she's Queen Victoria

Twenty-seven yards of dental floss, and she still won't give me a smile

I'm clowning by the Serpentine, she's still drinking turpentine

Will she ever shine her light on me?