Said the duchess to the peach
Said the tide of filth to the bleach
Said the spike to the tomato
Said the curry to the corpse

I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you

Here I am looking out on a crystal world
Floating currents of human eyes
Baking land under creamy skies

Said the vicar to the waitress
"The best thing about you is your waste."
She laughed a laugh that echoed 'round the fortress
And said "Wait til you see the statues in my bathroom."

I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you

There she was when you see her your eyes awake
Electric bulbs on a birthday cake
Would you care for a lump of steak?
Or a piece of hake?
Or another take?

"The best thing about you is your agnosticism."

She laughed a laugh that echoed 'round the abbatoir

<Notes>
Hake: a type of fish similar to cod