He says he's got the new record Pretends he follows the news He's got his finger on society's pulse He's got it somewhere, that's true
Soul, jazz-funk, funk, Indian hip-hop He leaves no genre unturned (Hey, hey, hey!) Play the right track, she'll be flat on her back That's the music lesson he's learnt
He wants to put his radar on you It may not seem so at first At first, it seems he's the man of your dreams Then takes a turn for the worse
Just 'cause he speaks a good [?] Than you and all of your friends Don't think he's after a different thing When daylight comes to an end
He's probably gonna spin you some line about jazz How he loves Dizzy and Chet (Hey, hey, hey!) But John and Paul hanging up on his wall Ah, that's about as jazz as he gets
He wants to put his radar on you It may not seem so at first At first, it seems he's the man of your dreams Then takes a turn for the worse
He wants to put his radar on you And he'll suggest it real soon But first, he'll wind down and show you good time That's why they call him the groom
And just ask him if he wants to come round in the morning And just watch his pathetic face drop 'Cause [?] schemers come complete with a warning They're only ever guided by fuck
His mum and dad thought that he was trekking the world Playing in a travelling band He was sitting on a beach, playing air guitar With a coffee and an [?]
He wants to, he wants to He wants to put His radar on you
He wants to put his radar on you It may not seem so at first At first, it seems he's the man of your dreams Then takes a turn for the worse
He wants to put his radar on you And he'll suggest it real soon But first, he'll wind down and show you good time That's why they call him the groom