I'm not one of those tall thin men who likes showtunes I'm not that twee Carousel is, Les Mis as well is A living hell for me Cause I'm not one of those tall thin men who likes showtunes On the western stage Ute Lemper puts me in a temper And so does Elaine Flaming Paige I would rather go clubbing Than sit through Phantom or Cats They're so sad, I get mad And never ever wanna listen to Madonna Singing "Don't cry for me Argentina" Give me "Get Into The Groove" So house or garage, a banging barrage Of mixing to make me move Cause I'm a type of a tall thin man who likes no tunes When I get on one And in a coma, Oklahoma Is still too bloody long I would pay a fine not to stand in line Just to see Miss Saigon