It all keeps going round and round You want him to throw you On the ground Want him to kiss you And say he's yours Want him to fumble in your drawers You get romantic fantasies Complete with flowers And birds and bees Want him to woo you And say sweet things Even get to thinking of diamond rings Ideologically unsound Ideologically uncool Who do you keep playing the fool Always fall between two stools Got ideas above your station? Need some further education? Think you'd better go back to school Cos you're ideologically uncool Full of envy... jealous with it Know what you want But just can't live it Ideologically uncool I'm lost, so are you Very lost, just like you No-one knows what the hell to do Because we're Ideologically unsound