Lyrics:

many miles between you and me
and love is guaranteed to fail
cos a fuck should be multi sensory
and you just cant smell an email

phone sex, cyber sex aint all that
i prefer to take my sex in its original format
so you know what you can do with that mouse mat

Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)

Well I need to turn my horse around
but my baby's got the painters in
Ss, ss, ss, sporting a hat of fin-est brown
the colour of a car-din-al sin.

Honey, I've always had my knockers i fear,
Gim-me just an eye-ful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear
somewhere to put my beer.

Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)

Briinnnng me.... sex

(guitar solo)

Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
Phy-si-cal Sex.