Here Comes That Man Again Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

Here comes that man again 

It's always round midnight 

That Amsterdam creeps into my PC 

After a long hard day selling pornography 

He likes to come home and talk to me 

He's got his mind on the job but 

His technological props 

Oops, another file on the email 

And though I'm scared to click open 

I just can't help having a look 

Oh, here comes that man again 

A car crash in my psyche 

My curiosity's driving me 

Yes, here he comes again 

Who'd have thought I'd have as much fun 

With an anonymous Dutchman? 

I never knew I had it in me 

He says the camera is on and 

Can I see him yet? 

I say, "Babe you look like a ghost 

And sound like a Dalek to me" 

So let's go back to the written word 

Even though we both know it's absurd 

Here comes that man again 

Here comes that man again 

Here comes that man again 

Here comes that man again 

He knows that I'm online 

"Knock knock, who's there?" 

It's just a matter of time 

Here comes millennium man 

Rum and coke in one hand 

And in the other 

Is that a mouse a see? 

Although when I tell him he's corny 

It seems to make him quite horny 

And through the cyberspace 

I watch the rapture on his face 

Yes, while his girlfriend is sleeping 

His sexuality's peeking 

Here comes that man again 

After a long hard day 

He likes to come home and talk to me 

He says it's something he needs 

He can't stop spilling the seeds 

God bless European unity 

And all those who never sleep 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off, baby 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off, baby 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off 

Another stain on another blue dress 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off, baby 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off, baby 

Sha la la la la, get your rocks off 

Yes, yes