I'm not one of those tall thin men who likes 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. 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. Some house or garage. A banging barage of mixing to make-a 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