Who shall I call tonight?
Which of my satellites?
Who'll be the fantasy of you and me?
I'll be the King of May and you're the Detector Ray
And no jumping in the pool, you know the rule
Who'll be my Queen for today?
If Nigel plays the tune and I don't dance with you
There'll not be much else left to say
This bed's as soft as snow,
dim the lights before we go
And don't scratch my face on the way out
To who shall I give this key?
The key to this Privacy?
Work the assembly, like we're meant to be
And no hanging out for long,
make no mistake I'm in my prime
But I just don't have the time to make you mine
Who'll be my Queen of the hour?
Let the old replace the new, just like in '82
There'll not be much else left to say
This bed's as soft as snow,
dim the lights before we go
And don't scratch my face on the way out
