Tall Thin Men

I'm not one of those tall thin men who like show tunes
I'm not that twee
Carousel is, Les Mis as well is
Living hell for me

'Cause I'm not one of those tall thin men who likes show tunes
On the West End stage
Ute Lemper, puts me in a temper
And so does Elaine flaming Paige

I would rather go clubbing
Than sit through for Phantom or Cats
They're so sad, I get mad
And never ever wanna listen to Madonna

Singing, don't cry for me, Argentina
Gimme, get into the groove
Some house or garage, a banging barrage
Of mixing to make me move

'Cause I'm the type of a tall thin man who likes no tunes
When I get on one
And in a coma, Oklahoma
Is still too bloody long

I would pay a fine, not to stand in line
Just to see Miss Saigon



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Tennant, Christopher Lowe
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