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