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, find the eyes      Find me and follow me   Through corridors, refectories and files   You must follow, leave this academic factory   You'll find me in the matinee   The dark of the matinee, it's better in the matinee   The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine      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, all the words I hate   All the clothes I hate, how I'll never be anything I hate   You smile, mention something that you like   Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like      Find me and follow me   Through corridors, refectories and files   You must follow, leave this academic factory   You'll find me in the matinee   The dark of the matinee, it's better in the matinee   The dark of the matinee is mine, yes it's mine      So I'm on BBC2 now   Telling Terry Wogan how I made it   And what I made is unclear now   But his deference is and his laughter is   My words and smile are so easy now   Yes, it's easy now, yes, it's easy now      Find me and follow me   Through corridors, refectories and files   You must follow, leave this academic factory   You'll find me in the matinee   The dark of the matinee, it's better in the matinee   The dark of the matinee      Well, find me and follow me   Through corridors, refectories and files   You must follow, leave this academic factory   You'll find me in the matinee   The dark of the matinee, it's better in the matinee   The dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine