Lyrics Geraldine - Ian Dury , The Blockheads
I'm
in
love
with
the
person
in
the
sandwich
centre
If
she
didn't
exist
I'd
have
to
invent
her
There
isn't
any
secret
to
my
frequent
visits
It's
the
way
she
makes
them
and
they're
all
exquisite
I'm
in
love
with
the
person
in
the
sandwich
centre
I'm
enamoured
of
the
magic
of
her
fresh
polenta
My
temperature
rises
and
my
pulses
quicken
When
she
gets
cracking
with
the
coronation
chicken
Geraldine,
Geraldine
I
know
there's
much
more
to
life
than
the
physical
side
And
I
should
put
these
thoughts
on
hold
But
when
she
buttering
my
baguette
My
blood
runs
hot
and
cold
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
I'm
in
love
with
the
person
in
the
sandwich
centre
I'm
living
for
the
moment
that
I
next
frequent
her
In
beauty's
eyes
beholding
my
inamorata
As
she
works
her
wonders
on
a
dried
tomato
Geraldine,
Geraldine
I
know
there's
much
more
to
life
than
the
sensual
side
And
the
spiritual
should
come
first
But
when
she's
buttering
my
baguette
I
think
I'm
going
to
burst
Geraldine,
that's
the
nicest
badge
I've
ever
seen
Geraldine,
you
make
the
world
seem
fresh
and
clean
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
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