Huh ho,
mais oui mais oui
Well I guess,
I guess what I'm
looking for is, um,
a bit..
A bit of a sort,
the sort of sort
who's not to tall
and not too short
And not too old,
and not too fat
but not too thin.
The sort of sort
who sends your heart
into a spin,
and makes it boom,
and lights the room
when she walks in.
And she's gotta
have class.
Yeah, yeah!
With her own hair
and her own teeth,
if you don?t mind.
Yeah that's the
sort of sort to
suit me to a tee.
Yeah that's the
sort of sort, to
suit a bloke like me.
So are you getting all
this down on your
floppy discs or what not?
Good, good,
cos I don't want you
lumbering me with
some old bow-wow
who can't tell the
difference between a
Liebfraumilch
and a can of Tizer, you
know what I'm saying?
Yeah!
If you want.
Oh, I'm not
much of a singer
Ooh a King, I like that
You know what I mean.
Woah, a natural ten.
No, let's call it a nine.
Yeah that's the
sort of sort who's
really up my street.
Yeah, yeah
you're getting it!
Y'know I'm
no stranger to the
fairer sex mind you,
I've been engaged
more times
than a switchboard.
Just never worked out...
god knows why.
Yeah, well, charm
like laser beams always
knocks 'em dandy.
So, uh where was we?
The sort of sort
who hangs around
while I'm in court.
And lets the
world know I've
arrived and I'm alive.
The sort of sort
you'll never forget
or regret
The sort of sort
who's got a smashing
pair of eyes
The window to the soul.
That's where
I wanna go.
I've caught a glimpse
but never been,
and maybe there
I'll find, a love
I can call mine.
The one.
The soul made
of my dreams.
Alright mate?
Who doesn't mind
when I'm home late
and I'm half cut.
The sort of sort
who's just as sweet,
as sweet as a nut.
Yeah, good luck!
She's gotta have style!
A bit refined,
with her own mind,
and in her prime.
Yes, that's the
sort of sort that
suits us to a tee.
Yes, that's the sort
of sort for this report,
who I'd have thought
would suit
a sort like me!