| Our Tara’s what people today would call 'user friendly' |
| She dunno when to say «no» |
| Her boyfriend, Rupert, 's in insurance |
| And thinks Ireland should be towed out into the Atlantic |
| And sunk |
| He’s got a drop of, what I would call, 'boozer friendly'. |
| He spewed up all over my Belouchi rug |
| And sobbed apologetically |
| Saying how he’d given ten pounds to Ethiopia |
| And bought Band Aid’s record |
| So I let him play with our Tara’s remote control unit |
| 'Cause he found it to be very user friendly. |
| «Ain't you got a computer?», he says, «they're very useful» |
| «No», I says, «I ain’t» |
| «My bank manager’s very helpful"he says |
| «Is he», I says, «user-er friendly?» |
| «What about this new weapon the SAS have?"he says |
| «It fires fifteen rounds a second» |
| «Yeah», I says, «very user friendly». |
| «Thank Goodness the miners are back at work», he says |
| «We couldn’t have Scargill getting his way, could we?» |
| «Loser friendly, just about», I says, |
| «Never mind, let’s get Labour back in |
| They’re much more user friendly» |
| «What», he says, wiping vomit from his mouth |
| Fortunately, our Tara had finished cleaning up my rug |
| «Better take him home», I says |
| «He's done enough damage for one night: |
| Oh, and Tara, try and chose more carefully |
| Who you’d like to be sick at my place next time» |
| «Sorry», she says, and she meant it. |
| Boozer friendly. |
| (User friendly, user friendly, |
| User friendly, user friendly, |
| User friendly, user friendly) |
| (and fade). |