Tall Thin Men

I'm not one of those tall thin men who like show tunes I'm not that twee Carousel is, Les Mis as well is Living hell for me 'Cause I'm not one of those tall thin men who likes show tunes On the West End stage Ute Lemper, puts me in a temper And so does Elaine flaming Paige I would rather go clubbing Than sit through for Phantom or Cats They're so sad, I get mad And never ever wanna listen to Madonna Singing, don't cry for me, Argentina Gimme, get into the groove Some house or garage, a banging barrage Of mixing to make me move 'Cause I'm the 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