Fantasize The Specials

Got this funny feeling going through my head
That if I go down to the pub I might just end up in bed
With a blond or a brunette or a red head or two
But oh what am I saying that'll never happen to you

Can this be right? Can this be wrong?
Doing what I'm doing all night long
I love to brag, I love to boast
And all the lads in the pub think I've had the most

You see 'cos I just love to fantasize
All these thoughts I've got inside
It can't be healthy what I'm doing
I'd like to get them out my head
Before I go blind in my bed

Time to change is days and she's heading for you
She knows just what she wants and she knows what to do
She drags you back to her place step over the toys
The baby-sitters sleeping so we can't make much noise

It's been so long, I won't go fast
Ejaculation, celebration here at last
Pig in shit, cat and the cream
I open up my eyes, but It's another wet dream