Call me morbid, call me pale   I've spent six years on your trail      Six full years    On your trail      Call me morbid, call me pale   I've spent six years on your trail      Six full years of my life on your trail      And if you have five seconds to spare   I'll tell you the story of my life:       Sixteen, clumsy and shy   I went to London and I      I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A   I said: "I like it here - can I stay?   (I like it here - can I stay?)      I like it here - can I stay?   (I like it here - can I stay?)      And do you have a vacancy   for a back-scrubber?"      She was left behind, and sour   And she wrote to me equally dour      She said: "In the days when you were   hopelessly poor   I just liked you more..."      And if you have five seconds to spare   I'll tell you the story of my life:      Sixteen, clumsy and shy      I went to London and I   I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A      I said: "I like it here - can I stay?   (I like it here - can I stay?)      I like it here - can I stay?   (I like it here - can I stay?)      And do you have a vacancy   for a back-scrubber?"      Call me morbid, call me pale   I've spent too long on your trail      Far too long   chasing your tail