You take your white finger
  Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
  Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
  And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes
  
  I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
  I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
  All the girls I hate
  The clothes I hate
  All the wors I hate
  How I'll never be anything I hate
  You smile, mention something that you like
  How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
  
  So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
  What I made is unclear, but his deference is and his laughter is
  My words and smile are so easy now
  Yes, It's easy now
  
  So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
  You must follow, leave this academic factory
  You will find me in the matinee
  The dark of the matinee is mine