Blind Date Songtext
von The Riffs

I′m going on a blind date
I'm doing a friend a favour
I hope she′s not a horror
We'll have to wait and see
I'm slapping on the Old Spice
I′m trying hard to look nice
Got my Tattletales suit on
I hope she fancies me

She got out of the taxi
She was a master
A total eclipse of science progress
Tattoos on her tattoos
Muscles on her muscles
She looked like the sister of Idi Amin


I took her to the pictures
I didn′t have much choice
She put her arms around me
Her grip was like a vice
She said "What's the time?"
I said "Nearly half past nine"
She said "Get down here
I′ve got to have a go
I've got to get to Wandsworth
I′m meeting ten others
To catch a train with Frank Bruno"

She got out of the taxi
She was a master
A total eclipse of science progress
Tattoos on her tattoos
Muscles on her muscles
She looked like the sister of Idi Amin

Lisa, she's a monster
She′s really not that bad
You must think that I'm joking
You must think I'm mad
Well I′ll never take your word again
You do what you like
I′m going down the bouza
I'll be there tonight
Tonight


I′m going on a blind date
I'm doing a friend a favour
I hope she′s not a horror
We'll have to wait and see
I′m slapping on the Old Spice
I'm trying hard to look nice
Got my Tattletales suit on
I hope she fancies me

She got out of the taxi
She was a master
A total eclipse of science progress
Tattoos on her tattoos
Muscles on her muscles
She looked like the sister of Idi Amin