Lyrics:

My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangersI can ignore the significance of these changesBut you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequencesAll my worst fears are groundedYou have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no).By this time I got to looking for a kind of substituteI can't tell you who I found, except that it rhymes with dissoluteBut my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazyAnd her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recallSend for an ambulance or an accident investigatorHe's breathing like a furnaceSo I'll see you later, alligatorHe'll set the sheets on fireMmm, quite a burning loverNow he'll barbeque your kittenHe is just another learner loverYou have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me.

Brian Eno The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch