Standing in the bog of a west end bar

Guy on the right leaning over too far

Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot

Open up the pack see what type I got



I didn't want to hold you

I didn't want to use you

Protex, protex blue

All want to do



It's a fab protective for that type of a girl

But everybody knows that she uses it well

It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will

But I don't think it fits my b.d. drill



Sitting in a carriage of a bakerloo

Erotica my pocket got a packet for you

Advert on the escalator on my way home

I don't need no skin flicks, I want to be alone



I didn't want to hold you

I didn't want to use you

Protex, protex blue

All I want to do



Johnny, Johnny