The Spanish Amanda - Tear Along the Dotted Line Lyrics

When I ended it with Mata Hari
It never crossed my mind
That she'd move to the party house next door
Where they groove to the Rolling Stones
Put on each others' clothes
Smoke Dutch cheroots on cushions on the bare stone floor
I hear her in the wee small hours
Sharing make-up tips with Brian Jones
And it goes beyond my powers
Not to break into their garden
Trash the flowerbeds like a madman

Tear down the satellites
Tear up the paper moon
Tear along the dotted line to oblivion
Tear along the dotted line
Dot, dot, dot

When I split up with Boadicea
To my intense surprise
She rocked up at the house next door as well
Fedex'd back my Centurion's helmet
My freshly dry-cleaned toga
Casually she made my life a living hell
Says she doesn't miss my hypocaust
'Cos Mata Hari keeps her warm
Sometimes I get so lost
It takes an ordnance survey
To make the colours go away

Tear up the chromosomes
Tear down the cells
Tear along the dotted line to just as well
Tear along the dotted line
Dot, dot, dot

When I broke it off with Brigitte Bardot
Any fool would know
Just where she'd take her nineteen Shetland ponies
I hear her singing for them through the wall
Feeds them sugar lumps
Barking orders at her Front Nationale cronies
And if I knocked the wall down
I know I'll find nothing there
No one to see me fall down
No one to stitch my bleeding hands
Or quench my overactive glands

Tear down your portfolio
Tear up your shares
Tear along the dotted line to anywhere

Tear down Britannia
Tear up the maps
Tear along the dotted line to steady, chaps

Tear up the book of Moses
Tear down the cross
Tear along the dotted line to nothingness
Tear along the dotted line
Dot, dot, dot