When you were a vixen and I was a chump 
You looked at me like I crawled from a swamp 
Now things have a different complexion 
I'm the object of your affection 
Much as I don't doubt your expertise 
Please find yourself another hunk to squeeze 

It's too late to come fishing 
It's too late to come fishing 
It's too late, and the fish don't like your bait 
Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home 

I know I had the flair, the clothes 
Made you look right down your nose 
But now you want to make a new start 
I'm so touched by your change of heart 
But my diary's fit to overflow 
Find yourself another gigolo 

I've seen your work in that TV sketch 
Playing poison women is hardly a stretch 
And you were type-cast as the Stone Age charmer 
In that Darwin docudrama 
I'd say our time has all but disappeared 
Just like the shine on your fabulous career