Joy Division Oven Gloves Half Man Half Biscuit

Well this dish is too hot
You’ll never guess what
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
If it’s her desire
I’ll put my fingers in the fire
‘Cos I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves

Ooh ooh tropical diseases
Ooh ooh chemical alarm
Ooh ooh I’m a little blase
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves

I’ve been here and I’ve been there
In me Joy Division oven gloves
I’ve been to a post-punk postcard fair
In me Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh Nagasaki towpath
Ooh ooh tickling the Laird
Ooh ooh checking out the Quantocks
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves

On a sinking ship a sailor yearns
For his Joy Division oven gloves
Nero fiddles while Gordon Burns
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Talk to the hands, talk to the hands
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Dance dance dance dance
In your Joy Division oven gloves