Lyrics: Protex Blue
Album: Clash On Broadway
Artist: Clash, The
 

(strummer/jones)

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 wanna 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 wanna be alone

I didn’t want to hold you
I didn’t want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All i wanna do

Johnny, johnny