Lyrics: Joe Jerome Newman
Music: Joe Jerome Newman/Adam Connor
Juicy, lycra blue
The pool cool killer's got a crush on you
Bikini, I'm too hot to taste, I'm too hot to taste
Juicy, you know it's true
My sun-brown body made for the beaches of Mexico
You'll see, I'll be there someday, I'll be there someday
Oh
She’s the 1992 version of Linda leaving the pool
Silence strikes the lido
'Cause she knows they know she knows
That lycra blue bikini's see-through
And she's laughing 'cause she's got those
Credit card numbers and high, high bills, baby
Gucci, lycra blue
The pool cool killer's got a crush on you
Cheekbonеs so memorable like a bеdtime story
You're my favourite shower gel smell
I'm the lady in your neighbour's garden (Oooh)
If you want me, ditch your lady, come and get me
But I don’t think you will
She's the 1992 version of Linda leaving the pool
Silence strikes the lido
'Cause she knows they know she knows
That lycra blue bikini's see-through
And she's laughing 'cause she's got those
Credit card numbers and high, high bills, baby
I'm stealing from the sleeping men in late-night train stations
I'm sure as dogs eat dogs, I pinch from nasty inpatients
And those as high as cats on kitchen fridges
It's easy, it's easy, you ****ing men make it so easy
I got you, know your game, boy
You take me for a fool, boy
High men like you are ruled by
People like me
Oh, people like me