Joy Division Oven Gloves Lyrics

Track: Joy Division Oven Gloves
Tabber: Woodshed
Well, the dish is too hot, you'll never guess what
I've got Joy Division oven gloves
If it's her desire, I'll put my fingers in the fire
'Cause I've got Joy Division oven gloves
I've got Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh, ooh, tropical diseases
Ooh, ooh, chemical alarm
Ooh, ooh, I'm a little blas
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
I've been here and I've been there
In me Joy Division oven gloves
I've been to a post-punk postcard fare
In me Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh, ooh, Nagasaki towpath
Ooh, ooh, tickling the laird
Ooh, ooh, checking out the Quantocks
In me Joy Division oven gloves
In me Joy Division oven gloves
On a sinking ship a sailor yearns
For his Joy Division oven gloves
Nero fiddles while Gordon Burns
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Talk to the hands, talk to the hands
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Dance, dance, dance, dance
In your Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh, ooh, piccalilli shinpads
Ooh, ooh, polishing the knave
I keep wicket for the Quakers
In me Joy Division oven gloves (repeat)
My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So I sold it and opened up a stall
Selling Joy Division oven gloves
We got Joy Division oven gloves
Get your Joy Division oven gloves
Hallelujah