Lyrics:

Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will never meet
Once fate put us in the same room
When you knew not of me, nor I of you
Something inside dies
And we don?'t stand up to scrutiny
But we spin by and by the by
A great pain finds numb haven, humdrum
And we spin by and by the by
Something inside dies
Me and my imaginary friend
Have been going round the bend for some time now,
For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd
Are having trouble being heard
Through the background hum
Above the background hum
Me and Barry C
Are going down to Connah?'s Quay
For all your Telecaster dreams
A Telecaster?'s all you need
Me and my imaginary friend
Have been going round the bend for some time now,
For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd
Are having trouble being heard
Through the background hum
Above the background hum
Me and Barry C
Are going down to Connah?'s Quay
For all your Telecaster dreams
A Telecaster?'s all you need
Something inside dies