He’s got a smile like a million watts,
Coursing through the veins of a man,
A man who’s made of glass and wire,
Or a scarecrow, set on fire,
He’s got eyes like Smarties are banned,
Kids with sparklers on November fifth,
Shining and vivid like pools of paint,
Or maybe Copper Sulphate,
So difficult to put my finger on,
He’s making me go insane,
Well, he’s one of a kind,
A horse of a different colour,
Out on limb, never be another,
Like sunbeams and shadows,
Popcorn, sparrows and fear,
And all the colours you know,
My mind when you’re here,
He’s got a voice that’ll melt the Poles,
Sweet like honey from buzzing bees,
The call of a wolf from far away,
A waterfall, Sahara, midday,
Like a rocket in China, 132 A.D,
The Tsar-bomb, October ‘61,
Blows my mind like Fukushima,
Like sleep to a dreamer,
So difficult to put my finger on,
He’s making me go insane,
Well, he’s one of a kind,
A horse of a different colour,
Out on limb, never be another,
Like storm clouds and rainbows,
Starburst, bluebirds and tears,
And all the music you love,
My mind when you’re here,
My head begins to spin,
The world grows dim,
And I’m only seeing him,
Because he’s the maddest, greatest thing,
Well, he’s one of a kind,
A horse of a different colour,
Out on limb, never be another,
Like grey dust and glitter,
Skittles, fireworks, light-years,
And all the things you dream,
My mind when you’re here,