Skinny Tie SenSurround

Skinny Tie says we forgot the eighties too quickly

Like when the aesthetic mattered

More than the content and the streaks in your hair

Were louder than your guitars

Or more lately your synthesizers

Skinny Tie says that he wants to

Look like Simon Le Bon you know

Eighty one, eighty two kinda time, maybe later

It's the sound, it's around

It's Skinny Tie Sensurround

Skinny Tie says that his mum is worried about

The eye liner in his pocket, says, it's not natural

And that his dad would be turning in his grave if he knew

He comes across some sort of half-baked

Half hearted point about sexuality

Knowing full well that he'd never deviate

No matter how much he convinces

Himself otherwise

Skinny Tie reckons it impresses the girls

How he's free thinking and stuff, not like these lads

That are so common you know, only he doesn't realize

How much we see through him

Skinny Tie is just someone you know

And not someone you'd call a friend

You wouldn't notice if you hadn't seen him for weeks

But you know you'll see him again

It's the sound, it's around

It's Skinny Tie Sensurround

Skinny Tie always asks where the cool party is

But never goes because he chickens out

Of wearing that gold silky suit

That he saw Spandu ballet wear on

Top of the pops and sounds of the eighties

Skinny Tie doesn't realize that no matter

How defensive he gets about it

The eighties probably sucked if you weren't a kid

It's the sound, it's around

It's Skinny Tie Sensurround