The word's on the streets we've found someone new   If he looks nothin' like me I'm so happy for you   I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the Church   She's tryin' to replace me but it'll never work      'Cause every touch reminds you   Of just how sweet it could have been   And every time he kisses you   It leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine      A bad cover version of love is not the real thing   (Ooo)   Bikini clad girl on the front who invited you in   Such great disappointment when you got him home   The original was so good no one you know longer know      And every touch reminds you   Of just how sweet it could have been   And every time he kisses you   You get the taste of saccharine      It's not easy to forget me   (It's not easy to forget me)   It's so hard to disconnect   (It's so hard to disconnect)   When it's electronically reprocessed   (Electronically)   To give a more life like effect   Tom, come on      Aah, sing your song   About all the sad imitations   That got it so wrong      It's like a late Tom and Jerry   When the two of them could've talk   Like the stones since the eighties   Like the last days of southfork, ohh   Like 'Planet of the Apes' on TV   The second side of 'til the band comes in   Like an known brand box of cornflakes   He's goin' to let you down my friend   (Jimmy gotta)