| He says he’s got the new record
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| Pretends he follows the news
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| He’s got his finger on society’s pulse
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| He’s got it somewhere, that’s true
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| Soul, jazz, folk, funk, indie, and hip-hop
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| He leaves no genre unturned (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| Play the right track, she’ll be flat on her back
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| That’s the music lesson he’s learnt
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| He wants to put his radar on you
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| It may not seem so at first
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| At first, it seems he’s the man of your dreams
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| Then takes a turn for the worse
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| Just 'cause he speaks a bit posher
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| Than you and all of your friends
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| Don’t think he’s after a different thing
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| When daylight comes to an end
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| He’s probably gonna spin you some line about jazz
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| How he loves Dizzy and Chet (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| But John and Paul hanging up on his wall
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| Ah, that’s about as jazz as he gets
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| He wants to put his radar on you
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| It may not seem so at first
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| At first, it seems he’s the man of your dreams
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| Then takes a turn for the worse
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| He wants to put his radar on you
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| And he’ll suggest it real soon
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| But first, he’ll wind, dine and show you good time
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| That’s why they call him the groom
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| And just ask him if he wants to come round in the morning
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| And just watch his pathetic face drop
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| 'Cause vampirical schemers come complete with a warning
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| They’re only ever guided by frock
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| His mum and dad thought that he was trekking the world
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| Playing in a travelling band
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| He was sitting on a beach, playing air guitar
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| With a coffee and an outstretched hand
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| He wants to, he wants to…
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| He wants to put…
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| His radar on you…
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| He wants to put his radar on you
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| It may not seem so at first
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| At first, it seems he’s the man of your dreams
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| Then takes a turn for the worse
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| He wants to put his radar on you
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| And he’ll suggest it real soon
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| But first, he’ll wind down and show you good time
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| That’s why they call him the groom |