text: Last night when my psyches
  Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice
  You slowly dropped your eyelids
  When true love takes a grip, it leaves you without a choice
  And in response to what you whispered in my ear
  I must admit, sometimes I fantasise about you too
  The leader of the free world
  Reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks
  Hes got him sen a theme tune
  They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring
  And in response to what you whispered in my ear
  I must admit, sometimes I fantasise about you too
  In the daytime
  Bendable figures with a fresh new pack of lies
  Summat else to publicise
  Im sure youve heard about enough
  So in response to what you whispered in my ear
  Ill be upfront, sometimes I fantasise about you too