Standing in the bog of a west end bar
Guy on the right leaning over too far
Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot
Open up the pack see what type I got
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All want to do
It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
But everybody knows that she uses it well
It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will
But I don't think it fits my b.d. drill
Sitting in a carriage of a bakerloo
Erotica my pocket got a packet for you
Advert on the escalator on my way home
I don't need no skin flicks, I want to be alone
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All I want to do
Johnny, Johnny
