No women for me, stratocasters in the clouds are the way forward

As Bushy Kate delights my ears

Rafferty electrocutes himself with the headphone wire

He runs around the moon on fire and the clangers whistle in fear

The mysterons cry out o dear

Captain Scarlet gets the powder out to put him out

Then all is good, he seems unfussed, just meows for food

Purrs on my lap and chases Father Christmas

The Starship Enterprise flies into my room

And rids me of all my gloom

Data’s head lies dormant for 500 years, before that Mark Twain is a pain

While Buttons the rabbit sits on the settee and laughs with glee

A John Otway falls off the amp and sings really really free