Me oh my

Did you hear my boy on the radio tonight

Feel them airwaves swooning

He must’ve got the nod from up on high

Set the floorboards grooving

And he don’t have to sing,

he don’t push his line

His voice is the colour of the creeping tide

He swaggers like a villain in the midday sun

Whispers sweet nothings when

the fighting’s done

It’s a poor man’s silhouette, ya hear

His pitter patter breaths all in my ears

Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine

Ohhhhh oh me oh my,

I done won the mystery prize

I might let her brush the back of your hand

Even taste you if it’s all you can stand

But if she tries to pocket any of the morning

I was born under a splitting sky

and the ocean all swarming

Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine

Ohhhhh oh me oh my,

I done won the mystery prize