No jobs for the boys, or the girls   So it's off around the world.   I hate to say it but I've seen it before   The cities, the liftoff, the ocean floor      But Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms,   I'm just a slave to her whims and charms   I've read books, but nothing compares   To watching her awards and her big health scares      When you're down, to the Amazon tribes,   Give me a wave, watching on Sky   It's not as if they got much to hide,   With the Bodyshop posse coming down on their backs      Bear a gift--they'll welcome you in,   Anything shit goes straight in the bin   They're pretty choosy now, so good stuff only,   Anything by Linn, Panasonic or Sony      Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms,   I'm just a slave to her whims and charms   I've read books, but nothing compares   To watching her awards and her big health scares      Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms,   I'm just a slave to her whims and charms   I've read books, but nothing compares   To watching her awards and big health scares      There's only one thing left for me then;   Watching whole continents slide into the sea   Don't worry, I'll get it on tape, oh,   If it happens while you're away, oh      But Tecnicolour's got me in her open arms,   I'm just a slave to her whims and charms   I've read books, but nothing compares   To watching her awards and big health scares.