(John Taylor) 

Who shall I call tonight ? Which of my satellites ? Who'll be the fantasy of you and me ?
I'll be the King of May, and you're the Detector Ray, and no jumping in the pool you know the rule,
Who'll be my Queen for today ? If Nigel plays the tuen and I don't dance with you,
There'll not be much else left to say… This bed's as soft as snow, dim the light as we go
And don't scratch my face on the way OUT.

To who shall I give this key ? The key to this Privacy ? Work the assembly like we're meant to be,
And no hanging out for long, make no mistake I'm in my prime, But I just don't have the time,
To make you mine,
Who'll be my Queen of the Hour ? let the old replace the new, just like in 82,
there'll not be much else left to say, This bed's as soft as snow, dim the lights before we go,
And don't scratch my face on the way OUT.