And there I saw a wondrous girl.

I took the bus to Bradford station,
Where rabid madmen roam,
Their heads a sea of crazy notions,
Their mouths a sea of foam,

And there I saw a wondrous girl
In tightly fitted jeans;
My thoughts became a sordid whirl
Of barely legal scenes.

I watched her walk, her rhythmic sway,
She looked my way directly,
Her eyes met mine but looked away-
She didn't want to date me.

And so the magic never happened,
But getting home that night
My lust and passion seemed much sharpened;
My wife I did delight.