Joy Division Oven Gloves Songtext / Lyric

Well this dish is too hot

You'll never guess what

I've got Joy Division oven gloves

If it's her desire

I'll put my fingers in the fire

'Cos I've got Joy Division oven gloves

I've got Joy Division oven gloves



Ooh ooh tropical diseases

Ooh ooh chemical alarm

Ooh ooh I'm a little blase

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves






I've been here and I've been there

In me Joy Division oven gloves

I've been to a post-punk postcard fair

In me Joy Division oven gloves

Ooh ooh Nagasaki towpath

Ooh ooh tickling the laird

Ooh ooh checking out the Quantocks

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves



On a sinking ship a sailor yearns

For his Joy Division oven gloves

Nero fiddles while Gordon Burns

In his Joy Division oven gloves

Talk to the hands, talk to the hands

In his Joy Division oven gloves

Dance dance dance dance

In your Joy Division oven gloves



Ooh ooh piccalilli shinpads

Ooh ooh polishing the nave

I keep wicket for the Quakers

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves

In me Joy Division oven gloves



My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf

So I sold it and opened up a stall

Selling Joy Division oven gloves

We got Joy Division oven gloves

Get your Joy Division oven gloves

Hallelujah