Lyrics of 'I Can't Put My Finger On It' by The Housemartins

As Martin said to Xanthe
As they played with wooden toys
You may have Wendy's playhouse
But where the heel's your boys?
As Paul said to Fifi
As they eyed each other up
You may have better plimsoles
But you can't pee standing up
And I'd like to take the time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddys' Harris Tweed

(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
Maybe it's something in their food
(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
All I know is Christ would've sued

As Sharon said to Jamie
As they sat down for a chat
If you think I'm cooking dinner
Well, prepare to eat dead rat
As Debbie said to Alex
As they held hands in the park
How come you wear rupert check
When you think you're so hard
I should've done his land rover
To let him know I'd been
Instead I wrote 'F OFF'
On the dirt across his screen

(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
Maybe it's something in their food
(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
All I know is Christ would've sued

I wish I'd let them know that I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine
Sulphuric acid in the beer

(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
Maybe it's something in their food
(I can't put-put my finger on it, on it)
And I can't put my finger on it, finger on it
All I know is Christ would've sued