Lyrics:
The Hormonauts Hormonized

I chopped the chillis nice and fine, Laid a candle on the table, I pour myself a glass of wine, Set the music sweet and low, You should have been

Stick my head out from underneath, That gear-box is losin? juice, Only thing that?s white?s my two front teeth, What the hell, it ain?t no use, This

There?s a girl you oughta know, Comes to every show, Down the very front row, Y?oughta see her go. A pair of ice-blue eyes, A pair of boppin? thighs

Twenty-hole, laced-up, steel-toed boots, Can?t feel the clutch or the gas underfoot, Stereo?s blarin? out Oi Polloi, And I?m her lucky toy. Steamin

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the line

She walked right up to the bar, And turned every head in the place, A bright evening star, With a shy little smile on her angelic face, The lingering

B-O-M-B ! Hormone bomb! There was nothin' like me at your high-school prom, Ain't no-one gonna tell ya 'bout where l'm from, not dear old aunt Mary

probably wantin' you ,babe to do the Hormone Hop Hormone Hop! All your little chromosomes are boppin'the blues, wearin' pink-peg-slacks and blue suede shoes Hormone

She?s only twenty years old, such a lively little soul? Got a tattoo in the middle of her back, She? s got bright pink hair and all the cats turn and