text: A song about a search for the Albert Hall
  I thought I saw you in the Battleship
  But it was only a look-a-like
  She was nothing but a vision trick
  Under the warning light
  She was close, close enough to be your ghost
  But my chances turned to toast
  When I asked her if I could call her your name
  I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook
  Huddled up in a wicker chair
  I wandered over for a closer look
  And smooched whoever was sitting there
  She was close, and she squeezed me very tightly
  Til I asked awfully politely
  Pleasе, can I call you her name?
  And I elongatеd my lift home
  Yeah, I let him go the long way round
  I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
  And kept my shortcuts to myself, woah
  I thought Id caught you in the Parrots Beak
  Fiddlin with the smoke alarm
  It was too loud for me to hear her speak
  And she had a broken arm
  It was close, it was so close that the walls were wet
  And she wrote it out in Letraset
  No, you cant call me her name
  So tell me, wheres your hiding place?
  You see, Im worried Ill forget your face
  And Ive asked everyone
  Im beginning to think I imagined you all along
  I elongated my lift home
  Yeah, I let him go the long way round
  I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
  And kept my shortcuts to myself
  Mr Jamie Cook on the electric guitar!
  Well, I saw your sister in the Cornerstone
  On the phone to the middle man
  When I saw that she was on her own
  Well, thats when I knew that shed understand
  She was close, well, you couldnt get much closer
  She said, Im really not supposed to, but yes
  You can call me anything you want
  Oh, thank you
  Youre very kind