Lyrics:

Standing in the bog of a West End bar
Guy on the right leaning over too far
Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot
Open up the pack see what type I got

I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do

It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
But everybody knows that se uses it well
It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will
But I don't think it fits my B.D. Drill

Sitting in a carriage of a Bakerloo
Erotica my pocket got a packet for you
Advert on the escalator on my way home
I don't need no skin flicks, I wanna be alone

I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do

Johnny, Johnny