For Some Strange Reason We Decided To Talk About Sex
It Was A Wednesday At Half Past Nine
The Conversation Just Seemed To Wander ThereBesides, We′d Done Prog Two Million Times

I Met The Teenage Boy In You
I Never Knew Was There
And I Caught A Glimpse Of Festivals When You Had Longer Hair

We're Stranded Outside A Soho Jazz Club Now
And Neither Of Us Has A Mobile Phone
The Guy We Need See Is Just Inside The Door
But He Might As Well Be Still In Malmo

We Talk About Our Kids A Bit
And We Wish That We Were Them
And We Hark Back To Our Younger Days, Again

And Somewhere In This Leering City There Beats A Heart, I′m Told
And Ian And I Keep Trying To Find It On Two Very Different Roads
It Seems That No-one Even Sees Us, The Kids Just Seem So Cold
So Please Send Your Answers On A Postcard
Are Me And Ian Old?

Some Sleazy Guy Just Sidles Up Beside Us, He Says:
"Hello Lads, You Looking For Someone For A Bit Of A Good Time?"
He Looks Quite Puzzled When I Say "Krister Jonsson"
'Cause That's Not What He Had In Mind

And I Feel Just Like A Fool As We Head Into The Tube
But Suddenly We′re Laughing All The Way Home

Somewhere In This Leering City There Beats A Heart, I′m Told
And Ian And I Keep Trying To Find It On Two Very Different Roads
It Seems That No-one Even Sees Us, The Kids Just Seem So Cold
So Please Send Your Answers On A Postcard
Are Me And Ian Old?

Are Me And Ian Old?
(Please Send Your Answers On A Postcard)
Are Me And Ian Old?
(Oh, Yeah)

For Some Strange Reason We Decided To Talk About Sex...