Ian Dury - Geraldine

I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her There isn't any secret to my frequent visits It's the way she makes them and they're all exquisite I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre I'm enamoured of the magic of her fresh polenta My temperature rises and my pulses quicken When she gets cracking with the coronation chicken Geraldine, Geraldine I know there's much more to life than the physical side And I should put these thoughts on hold But when she buttering my baguette My blood runs hot and cold Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre I'm living for the moment that I next frequent her In beauty's eyes beholding my inamorata As she works her wonders on a dried tomato Geraldine, Geraldine I know there's much more to life than the sensual side And the spiritual should come first But when she's buttering my baguette I think I'm going to burst Geraldine, that's the nicest badge I've ever seen Geraldine, you make the world seem fresh and clean Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G