Dont like your stare
Dont like the arm in the air
Your style is so brash
And that silly moustache

It was, tabletalk

The evil I see
Sends bad vibrations through me
And oh what a square
With your diagonal hair

It was, tabletalk

L said to gilly
how do you do tabletalk?
how do you do tabletalk?
And this is what she said;
love love love love...

The love of his life
Too close to become a wife
And the death of this girl
Came close to saving the world

From his tabletalk