Bad Cover Version

The word's on the street:

you've found someone new.

If he looks nothing like me

I'm so happy for you.

I heard an old girlfriend

has turned to the church

she's trying to replace me,

but it'll never work.

'Cos every touch reminds you of

just how sweet it could have been

and every time he kisses you

it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.

A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.

Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.

Such great disappointment when you got him home -

the original was so good;

the one you no longer own.

and every touch reminds you of

just how sweet it could have been

and every time he kisses you,

you get the taste of saccharine.

It's not easy to forget me,

it's so hard to disconnect,

when it's electronically reprocessed

to give a more life-like effect.

Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong:

It's like a later ＂Tom & Jerry＂

when the two of them could talk,

like the Stones since the Eighties,

like the last days of Southfork.

Like ＂Planet of the Apes＂ on TV.,

the second side of ＂'Til the Band Comes in＂,

like an own-brand box of cornflakes:

he's going to let you down my friend.