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Now I've got a cousin called Kevin |
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He's sure to go to heaven |
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Always spotless, clean and neat |
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The smoothest you can get them |
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He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket |
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My ma said they cost a packet |
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She won't even let me explain |
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That me and Kevin were just not the same |
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Oh my perfect cousin |
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What I like to do, he doesn't |
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He's his family's private joy |
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His mother's little golden boy |
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He's got a degree in economics |
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Maths, physics and bionics |
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He thinks that I'm a cabbage |
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'Cause I hate University Challenge |
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Even at the age of ten |
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Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then |
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He always beat me at Subbuteo |
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Cause he flicked the kick and I didn't know |
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Oh my perfect cousin |
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What I like to do, he doesn't |
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He's his family's private joy |
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His mother's little golden boy |
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His mother bought him a synthesizer |
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Got the Human League into advise her |
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Now he's making lots of noise |
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Playing along with the Art school boys |
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Girls try to attract his attention |
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But what a shame, it's in vain total rejection |
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He will never be left on the shelf |
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'Cause Kevin he's in love with himself |
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Oh my perfect cousin |
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What I like to do, he doesn't |
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He's his family's private joy |
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His mother's little golden boy |
