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