[Intro] (Check him out) (What the hell is he doing?) (He’s just... vibrating) [Verse 1] The lights are pulsing purple and the floor is slick with gin The bass is kicking hard enough to cave your ribcage in But in the corner by the fire exit, standing all alone Is a man who hasn't blinked since nineteen ninety-seven, stone cold zone He’s wearing cargo shorts and sandals with some grey acrylic socks He’s clutching a lukewarm bottle like he’s guarding Goldilocks He smells like damp tobacco and a bargain-bucket spice He’s staring at the exit sign like it’s giving him advice [Pre-Chorus] The strobe is flickering, he’s starting to move But it isn't a dance and it isn't a groove He’s twitching like a circuit board that’s suffered a spill He’s an absolute unit with a terrifying will [Chorus] Oh, look at the gecko in the corner of the room He’s dancing like he’s waiting for the coming of the doom He’s a weird bloke, a strange bloke, a proper little freak He hasn't left the dancefloor for the best part of a week (Get down, you absolute weirdo) (What’s in your pockets, mate?) [Verse 2] I tried to buy a double but I tripped upon his bag It’s a supermarket carrier filled with loose-leaf shag and mag He leaned into my personal space and whispered in my ear "The government is lizards and they’re puttin’ chemicals in the beer" He’s got a single glove on and his eyes are wide and red He looks like he’s been living in the rafters under the shed Then he started doing high-kicks in a rhythmic, jerky blur I don’t know what he’s on, but I’m certain there’s no cure [Pre-Chorus] The strobe is flickering, he’s starting to move But it isn't a dance and it isn't a groove He’s twitching like a circuit board that’s suffered a spill He’s an absolute unit with a terrifying will [Chorus] Oh, look at the gecko in the corner of the room He’s dancing like he’s waiting for the coming of the doom He’s a weird bloke, a strange bloke, a proper little freak He hasn't left the dancefloor for the best part of a week (Seriously, call security) (He’s licking the wallpaper) [Bridge] (Bass drop) (Deep rubbery bass solo) He’s the king of the creeps The master of the stares He’s got a Tupperware of pasta And nobody cares! (Why does he have pasta?) (It’s four in the morning!) [Breakdown] The music slows down, the tension starts to rise He’s looking at me with those cold, reptilian eyes He reaches for his waistband and I think I’m gonna die But he pulls out a kabanos and winks a greasy eye [Final Chorus] Oh, look at the gecko in the corner of the room He’s dancing like he’s waiting for the coming of the doom He’s a weird bloke, a strange bloke, a proper little freak He hasn't left the dancefloor for the best part of a week (He’s a legend) (He’s a nightmare) (He’s the weirdest bloke in town) [Outro] (Get out) (Go home, Barry) (The sun is up, mate) (Still vibrating) (High-fidelity fade out)
